The 80's feminists of my aquaintance were a surly, humourless (and utterly ineffective) lot, concerned primarily with trivialities like "gender-specific language" and naughty pictures.

One typical incident: I wandered up to a woman whom I hadn't seen in ages and began to chat. She walked away in silence, and later told my wife: "Could you please tell John that I no longer have words for men."

(Oh right, this was about Saudi Arabia? I'll solve that in a later post!)