‘I regard this as a single-sex space,’ said my husband as I perched in his study, on the arm of a chair which was piled with books, trying to find out if he’d eat monkfish if provided with it.
I doubt the Supreme Court will come to his aid, but gender frenzy has left some puzzling wreckage in the language.
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