Ho, ho, ho. Davey.
Mind you, if someone were to set up a new website, a blog perhaps, as the Harriet Harman Fan Club, I am sure some kindly folk would contribute some effusive praise pointing out each instance of her laying into men as they richly deserve and demanding her immediate action to hang some random chap.
Letters of approval for her every utterance condemning men for this wicked act or that; for the statisticoids that flow from her tongue like sweet nectar for feminists everywhere, and cheering her on; for every imaginative whipping she gives and her threats of mayhem.
Yes, I am sure she would find many right here who would join in with hypobolic praises, alerting all her mini-fan women acolytes, including lady priests in the Church of England, to opportunities to strut their stuff too, and no doubt adding to the flow of "Ugly Truth" until even the ArchBishop of Canterbury thinks it is all a bit over the top and MPs are frightened of her powerful presence.
And I am sure we could add to it with panache, even admiting to wicked acts such as raising an eyebrow at a wife here or lustfully gazing at a waitress's ankle there and seeking her blessing to make us wholesome again. Perhaps some brave soul could 'inform' on people living in their local area - name and shame a local councillor perhaps - who have been known to shout at their wives across a crowded street causing her embarrassment or, heaven forbid, opening a door for her in an oppressive, patronising, 'Patriarchal' (ugh!) manner, belittling her CEO status as Home Goddess.
We might even demand she takes her rightful place as Prime Minister, extolling the virtues of her womanly nature with its empathy and fair treatment of all, equally, and so much better than a man could, expecially a Scotsman. And organise a petition to Gordon that he step down in her favour.
I am sure that faced with such evidence of her overwhelming popularity and support he would do the right thing.