"Be careful what you wish for", goes the chorus of your latest masterpiece, "Cos you just might get it".
Funny, that. Because I don't recall ever wishing for a bunch of sexless, plastic, pole-grinding, no-kind-of-role-model softcore jazz-mag ho-bags, and yet I seem to have "got it" all the same.
PS - I'm sure there are several among you who consider themselves forerunners of some kind of misguided feminist cause. FYI, I've just got off the blower with Germaine Greer and she's in firm agreement with me. A slag with fake sass and a bit of mic technique is still a slag. Commiserations.