descant of man

My feminist cousin Pauline negotiating with a passing Middle Eastern man who wishes her to stock his range of honeys in her Mannah vegetable shop.
She agrees to give the honeys a trial run.
"Let's shake on it," she says, extending her hand.
"I cannot touch you," says the man recoiling.
"You see it's his culture," she explained when she told the story to me.
"I know." I said, "but you're a f---ing feminist for f---'s sake, if an unborn f---ing baby did that to you, you'd have wrung his f---ing neck."