"Difficult."

What's the point of Anthony Misogynese?

I had a bad dream last night. There was Anthony Albanese in a smoking jacket, a cigar in one corner of his mouth and a smirk in the other, twirling a scotch on the rocks in his hand. “Difficult!” he declared, his word for women who refuse to stay silent in the face of abuse. The men in the room chuckled as the dulcet tones of my sleep tracker woke me. F…