Ha ha. That title alone makes me laugh! Why just the other day me and one of me besty boy mates were walking the cobbled paths of greenwich and he said 'Would ye date a footballer, Mary?' and how I larfed as I said 'Dave, ye know me not at all to ask me that!'
I think they're all a bunch of numbnuts driven by their egos and cocks (me, generalising? - Nay I say) Though i'd give anything to see a footballer being interviewed after a match (all sweaty an' all) and interrupting the interviewer to say:
Intelligent footballer: Enough about the match, old chap, let's talk about Frida Kahlo and how her paintings embraced the idea of what feminism tried to encompass and yet at the same time strayed down the path of misogynism through its fractured images'....
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