Sensible people, the Dutch.
Have you wondered what life would be like if feminism had never happened? If we were all housewives? If we were not required to live on our wits and our adrenaline, and were able to take up a hobby? If men were happy to step up to the mark and look after us?
Am I talking about travelling back in time to see what life was like in the Fifties? No, it is much simpler than that. I am catching a flight to Amsterdam.
Not for them the tempting – though ultimately unsatisfactory and enslaving – creed of feminism. Our Dutch friends, sensible, conservative types that they are, have never forgotten that men and women are different with different needs, wants and desires. Girls, be honest with yourselves; it’s time to free yourselves of ideological tyranny. Cast away the sensible office shoes, bin that Blackberry and ditch the office politics. Instead, fulfill yourselves: stay home, marry and have children. Deep down you know you’ll have happier, more wholesome lives when you are true to yourselves, your destinies and human nature. Don’t take my sensible word for it, listen to your Dutch sisters.
But then I meet a young man heading home at Schipol train station, arms full of tulips. ‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Does she work full-time?’ ‘Are you kidding? No, it is my job to worship her, to make her happy and fulfilled.’