My kind of feminist!

INCREASINGLY it seems the world is divided into two types of feminists.

There are those like Anne Robinson, who this week told the Radio Times that when she was a young journalist in the Eighties she received plenty of unwanted male attention, but dealt with it by simply telling them where to get off.

‘I never actually clouted a man if he tried to pat my bum because I never attached that much importance to it,’ she said, adding: ‘I just used to sigh and curtly say, “Look, I’m very busy, please don’t waste my time.” I certainly didn’t run crying to the loo.’

And then there is the #MeToo brigade, who cast themselves as helpless victims who require smelling salts if a man so much as pays them a compliment.

I know which type I am.