Back in the 70s when men wore beards and women wore their radicalism on their sleeves, a group of feminists called the Van Dykes emerged. They were not Dutch, nor were they even European and if Dick had come calling, they would have put up a fight for Mary Poppins.
The Van Dykes were lesbians. Tough lesbians. They constructed Women’s Land, little farms all across the great American mainland where men could not enter. If a man – a postal worker for example – were to set one foot on that fine feminine soil, he’d be shot at.
Going further the women attempted to eliminate men from their world altogether. They ignored them. If their waiter or petrol pump attendant turned out to have an Adam’s Apple, they just skipped lunch or freewheeled on empty to the next station. The world was suffering from ‘testosterone poisoning’ they cried, but a little bit of testosterone went a long way to creating the classic Van Dyke look.
Moustaches, some au naturale and some drug enduced, were the badge of honour on the face of any proud Van Dyke. It was the final frontier in getting men to disregard their sexuality. The moustache for them was the last weapon at their disposal in the war against sexism and gender discrimination. Jeepers, they must grind their teeth like a windmill when they see images like old Paris below.
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