Nice post. Eddy Privitera, read and learn.

“How the hell can a woman type having nails much longer than the keys she’s typing on? ”

Those women don’t work or type. They’re just there for their sweet faces.

Gejja bir-rubbish din ghax Univerity Lecturer.

“your pathetic pedicures where you listened to Enya.”

Seems to me, that mixed up people, are all so against Enya and her genre of music. Switch on some Electronica, dear.

[Daphne – I don’t listen to Enya. Jeffrey Pullicino does.]

How the hell can a woman type having nails much longer than the keys she’s typing on?

And that, is the reason behind this blog, to save people from themselves and to detoxify stupidity. The context is a bit different, but the statement that Willy Loman made to his sons in ‘Death of a Salesman’ keeps coming to mind: “The woods are burning boys, the woods are burning.”

In a society confronted by political conflicts, “the woods are burning,” and since we need Daphne’s contribution in putting some of these political fires out, there is no reason to indulge in personal attacks against Daphne.

You may be a university lecturer but you are seriously resistant in criticism.

A few years ago, I began to look at carpenters and other artisans as the emotional model for writers like say Daphne.

A carpenter, let us say, makes a door for a cabinet. If the door does not hang straight, the carpenter does not say, “I will not change that door; who cares if it will not close?” Instead, the carpenter removes the door and works on it until it fits. That attitude, applies here. Daphne divulges into correctness and truth.

If we thought more like carpenters, people like yourself, could find a route out of the trap of ego and vanity and reason with that thing in between your ears, whether you are a university lecturer or not, that is insignificant and a different matter altogether.

……..and yes I am a university lecturer whether your pathetic self believes it or not.

[Daphne – Oh, I find it all too easy to believe. If the University of Malta permits the graduation of individuals who can’t write, then what are the odds that those graduates have been taught by people who can’t write either?]

I am also a university lecturer (yes, Daphne now you can say that not all lecturers are of a good standard – we all know what your comments are like).

[Daphne – What I will say is that your defensiveness indicates that no, you are not a university lecturer but merely somebody who picked an impressive intellectual pursuit out of a hat, while being somehow involved with the fair.]

The fair was of no insult to women. I really can’t see why you have to pick on such a fair to show your so called feminism and then you tell everyone on your blog about your pathetic pedicures where you listened to Enya. I suppose if it was organised by the PN you would have put a banner on your bidnija house to advertise it.

[Daphne – Maria, if you expect people to actually believe you teach university students, try to write a little…differently.]

They should also offer a free red sparkly one to the then Mrs Prime Minister Michelle Muscat to show how feminist she is.