And here is the state of poisonous radical feminism. An old, dried-up hag sits alone in a room, insane with bitterness and sexual frustration, lashing-out at the successful and the beloved. What wonderful justice!
The wannabe she-male Germaine Greer is merely displaying her raging penis envy, hatred of successful (especially masculine) men, and total lack of class and decency for all the world to see. She just cannot bear it that this man is so beloved, especially when she knows here funeral procession will be made up of a few other dried up hags who never loved or had anyone love them, ever.
That sums it up nicely.