Is this the end for the luxury believers?

I’m not the biggest Donald Trump fan, so I surprised myself by being pleased when he won the American election so conclusively. There was a serious reason for this. Though I’m thoroughly for abortion and against sex pests, it’s no good the Democrats pretending to be the party of women’s rights when they’re in favour of allowing cheating males into female sport and perverted men into female prisons. This isn’t feminism at all, but what I’ve dubbed ‘Frankenfeminism’ which ends up making life both less fun and less safe for women – and that’s a rotten combo.

But there was also a frivolous reason why I felt pleased, and that was because it gave me a warm glow of pleasure to imagine the faces of all the super-smug celebrities who were convinced that by the grace of their glorious endorsements beaming down on Kamala, America would flock to vote for her. The reactions, when they came in, far succeeded my wildest expectations. I’ve