Way to dispel that “condescending Papa Bear jackass” rep, Chris

It’s okay, ladies, we can stop now.

We can put down our keyboards and go back to our kitchens, tie a picture-perfect bow in our polka-dot pinnies, and get to baking some cookies to reward a man who truly deserves them.

You see, we were wrong about Chris Trotter.

He’s a deep, sensitive man with a luxuriant moustache that we are too silly to admire properly.  His boner, I have heard tell, is of tremendous proportions as befits a noble, wide-stanced member of the sainted dinosauria.

He wrote us a song, you see.  Before many of we poor ignorant “confident young women” were even born, he wrote us a song about how much his feelings are actually the most important thing to focus on when we fight (in an appropriately timid fashion) for the right to control our fertility.

On a grey afternoon,
In an old waiting-room
He said: “In this circumstance
She’s a fifty-fifty chance.”
On a grey afternoon.

And I don’t know how she feels.
And I can’t know how she feels.
But I want her to know
That I feel for her, oh
I want her to know that I feel.

What Chris Trotter wants us all to know, comradettes, is that he and his verdant moustache care about us.

Isn’t that enough, really?

But it’s not enough for Chris.  Saintly, magnanimous, divine-manhood-bearing idol that he is, he has also taken precious time out of his grooming schedule to write up a history of abortion reform in New Zealand.  Truly, consider what we might have done, sistren, without this great service.  Surely it is not becoming a lady to access the unfettered “Google” and subject herself to all manner of strange, thought-provoking search results in a selfish, egomaniacal quest to Educate Herself.

We never need educate ourselves so long as Chris, moustache at his side, is there to tell us about the history of a movement we fancy to call “ours”.

Do you think his great work ends there?

No, gentle acolytes.  Chris also lets us know exactly how things stand right now – praise him!  For without such cogent analysis to hand some of our number may have had to sacrifice dignity, self-respect, and honour by straying out of our father’s or husband’s doors to explore the World Outside for ourselves, to sully our soft, pale hands with the filth and degradation of Modern Politics.

Yet still he is not satisfied in his quest to make sweet, romantic intellectual love to our brains.  He gives us the way forward, as only an artistic yet acutely-honed political mind can.

Yes, my sisters.  We must focus group.  We must conduct market research, for so it has always been done when people alienated from the means of production and denied their fair share of the nation’s wealth desire to learn more about what they themselves are thinking.  Following in the footsteps of Kate Sheppard, we shall employ public relations consultants to tell us what to do.

But not yet, neonates.  No, now is not the time, for it would go against the timetable laid out for us by the tragically unbearded Messiah before us.  We must wait.  I know there are those of you out there, you foul-mouthed and uncouth so-called “women” who may cry “What convenience, comrade, that you insist our revolution wait until after this coming, perhaps pivotal, election!”

I do wish you would not say “revolution”, my pitiable ones.  It is not seemly.

I merely beseech you.  Look to the moustache.  It could not lead us astray, for truly, above all else, it wants us to know that it has a lot of feelings.


  1. Deborah

    Thank you so much for explaining all that to me, QoT. Not only I am now enlightened, but I have started the day laughing. A lot.

    • QoT

      Do you not feel simultaneously enlightened and yet comforted that you need not worry your pretty little head with thoughts? I know I do.

      • Octavia

        I’m going to go fill my head with pictures of kittens playing with balls of wool right this moment and not worry any more about it.

  2. Danielle

    Oh thank you SO MUCH for writing something about that ridiculous post. The song in particular is basically the most hilarious thing that has ever happened in the world.

  3. Giovanni

    “His boner, I have heard tell, is of tremendous proportions as befits a noble, wide-stanced member of the sainted dinosauria.”

    Get this woman her own show!

  4. Octavia

    It is true, the Path of the Moustache has shown me the light and the error of my ways.
    With ~*feelings*~ such as these, I have been converted.
    All hail the moustache!

  5. Pascal's bookie

    Oh sweet jesus make it stop.

    From teh comments:

    You’re quite correct, Anonymous, professional opinion sampling is very expensive…

    …Fundraising is part and parcel of serious politics. If the people of New Zealand refuse to stump up the cash for a cause, then that fact, by itself, is of considerable political significance.

    Hi Chris, a Karl Marx on the line, he sez he wants to kick you innanuts.

    • QoT

      Assuming you’re the genuine McComrade … wtf. Assuming you’re not … carry on, Captain Incoherent.

  6. Boganette

    Hahaha. Yes. That post was so epic that I think if you Google mansplaining it will actually come up, at the top, as it is the most PERFECT example of it.

    Also I heard the next Big Day Out headliner is Papa Bear singing about his feelings while a bunch of us (dressed in gingham) bathe his feet while stroking his moustache and calling him Daddy. That’s what I heard anyway. Could just be a rumour. That he started.

    • Octavia

      Oh Papa Bear, tell me again about the olden days when hippies wore their hair long and men with magnificent moustaches were free to sing, sing, SING!

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