The witch of bitchiness can still stir her cauldron
Germaine Greer can do what she damn well likes, as long as she does it with panache, writes Eilis O'Hanlon
'YOU'RE only young once, but you can be im-mature forever." The words there of Germaine Greer, and, to her credit, the First Lady of Seventies feminism has always lived up to her own adage.
"Mischievous" is probably the best adjective to describe her approach to life. There's certainly no other way to describe the latest admission by the Female Eunuch author that she once had an affair with Italian film director Federico Fellini, as recalled with hilarious candour in the great woman's latest article for the Guardian, right down to the auteur in his brown pyjamas with cream piping having a girly tizzy over a flapping bat in the bedroom.
Some have wondered if it's bats in the belfry that Greer should be worrying about as she gets older, pointing out that news of the affair came as a surprise to Fellini's diligent official biographers.