Ping-pong with an ever-growing ball of shit.
Ping: "Ooh, I'm so LOVELY that it's BAD."
Pong: "She's not that lovely!"
Ping: "Oh, the beastly bastards! Trolls! Call Richard Bacon! Call Allison Pearson!"
Pong: "Actually, the liberal-left elite intelligentsia (who are all cunts) are worse than everyone ever. Bet you didn't expect me to say that, eh?"
Ping: "But casual sexism."
Pong: "But loads of articles in which the author set hauled herself into the stocks with a sign saying 'sponges welcome'"
Ping: "You can't criticise a woman for how she looks."
Pong: "But the whole ruddy thing was about how she looks."
Ping: "Ah, but feminism."
Pong: "Feminism? Your definition of feminism is not quite the same as mine."
Ping: "Or mine."
Pong: "The Daily Mail is just trolling everyone! Don't link to it!"
Ping: "Yes, let's all let this blow away and ignore it all."
Pong: "Apart from this article, obviously."
Ping: "Well, this one as well. I mean I've got to make a fucking living and pitches don't write themselves like this every five minutes."
Pong: "Tell me about it. This is GOLD for a blogger/columnist in a hurry who needs to shunt out 500 words."
Ping: "Who gives a shit what she said anyway?"
Pong: "Samantha who?"
Ping: "Oh bugger, it's too late to even do a joke about how it's boring."
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