Back in the 19th century intellectual discussion in Europe considered the "woman question".
When my mum was a young woman in the 1930s a man introduced his "trouser snake" to her finger tips while she was seated on a bus. In my early thirties men at work frequently held deep and meaningful conversations about work matters but addressed them to my breasts. Another man wanted to bed me to show me how to be a "real woman" instead of the uptight creature he considered me to be.
In yesterday's Herald Joan Brown of Orange told her astonishing story of teenage harassment. Each week Clementine and Kasey report on other matters of misogyny. The stories are endless.
Woman Question? Don't think so. It's time we urgently considered the Male Question.