I knew what it would be like as soon as I saw the title of this song. Yet more tiresome lyrics about Morrissey’s disgust, physical revulsion and loathing of women – every bit as crass and misogynist as those lines in Autobio about “a mass of tangled hair… yawning like open graves”, the single teacher who will “die smelling of attics”, Julie Burchill’s “middle-aged legs” or the entirety of “Kick the Bride down the Aisle”.
It’s f***ing pathetic from a man of his age. He’s not like this just because he’s gay - I’ve never met one gay man who talks about women like grotesque, selfish, money-grabbing aliens just because he isn’t sexually attracted to them. And yet for all his contempt & his puerile, ‘yack, girls have cooties’ crap, he’s still trailing his boyfriend around as a 'PA' at 60+. Awful crap from a man with major Mummy issues, I’d put this song straight back on the shitheap.