A close friend recently started a new job in West Pretoria at an institution that shall for the purposes of this post remain nameless. The lady in charge of running said institution, let’s refer to her Professor X comes across in conversation as a bit of a witch, with a military-style grasp on the day-to-day operations.
The first encounter with Prof X was relayed to me when after my friend’s second day at work, and bearing in mind that the lady is a bit of a dinosaur when it comes to her age and way of thinking, the stuff she comes out with is a little strange.
For instance, Prof X felt sorry for my friend as she was married, but made it clear that she herself wasn’t a lesbian…just a ‘man hater’ (her words, not mine). So now she has established herself as a bit of an opinionated feminist witch and someone who was obviously hurt by a previous run-in with a man (either this, or she has daddy issues). Continue reading