Charlie is a 16 year old smack-addicted dad who doesn’t know he’s got a daughter. He wouldn’t remember if you told him anyway. Charlie spends most of his days smashed. Sprawled out on a piss-soaked mattress, in the back of a house-o in Blacktown.

Most people would blame Charlies situation on drugs, a complete lack of will power, society, peer pressure, the little gnomes that live under your house, something like that. Not Charlies though. Hell no! He blames his folks. And boy is he ever pissed with his mum.

His mum’s a fancy-schmancy neurosurgeon. She’s loaded. When Charlie was a kid she was never there. Her job kept her away from the home where she really should have been, allowing Charlie time to fuck around with bad shit no kid should be touching.

No one around = no one to do what real parents are so good at - just say no. Sad. See what can happen when you take the woman away from her home.

During the 1920s women all over the world started a massive movement, and like a nasty case of herpes it spread all over the place. At the time it was relatively effective. Women went from being viewed as silent corner-dwelling shadows to actual entities with opinions.

Granny had the situation all sussed out. She knew exactly how far she could make those blokes bend (‘er, you know how it works, pat his cock with one hand while softly, slowly manoeuvring the other into the back pocket. Slower. The money girl, the money). Sorry to say it gramps but its true, granny always had it over you.

But then came our mum’s generation, complete with manic bra burning tendencies. The whole nice mannered "equality for women" movement was twisted into the ugly faced "women’s liberation" thing. Way to take things too far ladies. And so began the unofficial war, pitting women against their male counterparts. For the most part chicks didn't even dig what they where fighting for. A lot of ladies were completely content in their naive cocoon of housewife heaven.

I know this next statement is going to fuck with the lives of innumerable women, but the secret has to be shared. This ones a biggy boys: Running a household and raising kids when you don’t have to work is actually piss-easy. It seriously makes you wonder how women got things so completely assed up. We had it all and threw it away for the sake of a crappy vote.

Don’t think we don’t see all you guys laughing behind your hands ‘cause now women gotta raise the kids and bring home half the families income. We see you boys but you can stop laughing. As far as we’re concerned the sweet ride just pulled into the station and it’s terminating.

I call horseshit on women having to live double lives. AND I call horseshit on the whole house-husband farce. Those fuckers are like fairies and yetis; they simply don’t exist! As much as our feminist mother will refuse to admit it women did not end up with the best of both worlds. So to hell with what’s P.C. right now. If a girl wants to sit on her ass all day cackling at