Long, long ago, in a Midlands far, far away, a back street Leicester cinema made its money alternating soft porn with poorly dubbed kung-fu kick flicks. And good girls with principles never set foot over the threshold. This wasn't film, wasn't art, or entertainment, this was only pulp, hidden in the darkness like a copy of Playboy under the covers. This wasn't for me, or any other woman. Remember that association.
Nothing exists in a vacuum.
Conspiracies are everywhere. There is no escape from the patriarchy. I thought, back then, that the barrier that kept me out was one of age, or discrimination, or just my own better taste. I thought the kung fu movie was too violent, or too boring, or just plain too bad. Too bad, honey.