Mr and Mrs Clegg attended the launch yesterday evening of Cityfathers, a group designed for fathers working in the Square Mile. With the kind of spontaneity that smacks of an organised PR stunt, they set about finishing each other’s sentences. The double act hit its stride when the deputy prime minister was taking questions from the floor and Miriam raised her hand. Nick said: “Gosh, Miriam has put up her hand. I’m terrified about what is about to come…’Of course, I agree with you’.” (Ha, ha! They should turn professional.)
Miriam asked Nick why stigma surrounds men who want to do their share of childcare:
‘There are many, many dinosaurs, not here but out there, that still think that a man who takes care of his own children, he is some kind of less of a man. So if you and other modern working fathers could start saying not only loudly, but also proudly, that taking care of your own children and being responsible for those children does not affect your level of testosterone – and that men who actually treat women as equals are the ones with more cojones.’
Her husband said that she was correct.
Clegg’s cojones were on show this morning when he took the kids to school as usual (while Mr Clegg has to worry about little Britain’s place in the ‘Global Race’, Mrs Clegg, AKA Ms. González Durántez, a solicitor at international law firm Dechert, has to get to work early to ensure that the world economy runs smoothly). Then Nick appeared on his weekly ‘Call Clegg’ radio show. It was a testosterone-fuelled, bravura performance. Asked by host Nick Ferrari whether he went ‘large’ at McDonald’s on Saturday, Clegg said that he had a cheeseburger and small fries. Nothing says manliness like a Maccas meal deal: apart from doing the school run, of course.
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