Patricia Karvelas has let herself down. She’s let the Republic of Gilead down. I don’t know why she thought it was appropriate to flaunt her lady wrists and female sex elbows in the Parliament of this good, God-fearing land, but she was wrong. It was an affront to all that is decent.

Now, before the usual cry bullies start up, let us remember that it was a lady attendant who frogmarched Miss Karvelas out of the chamber, so there can be no question of this being some sort of humiliating instance of performative misogynist cruelty. The very respectful lady attendant made it clear she was only carrying out the orders of a higher power, however reluctantly, and Miss Karvelas should have submitted to the wishes of that power equally reluctantly.

It is well known that the gentlewomen of the gallery are provided with fetching red, full-length dignity smocks and a jaunty white bonnet in which to perform their duties Under His Eye and it was not merely remiss of this virago to challenge the established order; it was dangerous.

Why the very idea of it!