Ladies' Fright

Oh boy. Get a load of this guy:

[Den Hollander] reached into his pocket and produced a typed forty-one-point list headed “Discrimination against men in America.” (Sample gripes: child-custody laws, circumcision, “5% of females have borderline personality disorder.”) “What I’m trying to do now in my later years is fight everybody who violates my rights,” he continued, bringing to mind a combination of Leon Phelps, Che Guevara, and Travis Bickle.

There's more:

The club was filling up as Den Hollander held forth on Title IX (“Sports isn’t a big thing to girls, but it’s a big thing to guys”), pickup tactics (“You sort of cut the person you’re after from the herd”), his personal finances (“Have you heard of the dot-com bubble?”), and his belief that “the Feminazis have infiltrated institutions, and there’s been a transfer of rights from guys to girls.”

What makes me laugh about guys like this is that they get women ... the kind of women who reinforce all their insane notions, petty little grudges, and childish pouts about never hitting The Big Time despite their stint at the Cravath, Swain & Moores of the world, because the girls were keeping them down.¹ They seek out these sorts of women. They like them.

Anyway, old Den's got a lawsuit rolling in an effort to ban ladies' nights at bars, which he finds discriminatory (or perhaps he just can't afford the drinks anymore). The judge he drew, Miriam Goldman Cedarbaum, will no doubt be sensitive to his plight, if not his suit. After all, you can't have millions of females (clubgoers or otherwise) keeping one disgruntled aging lothario down.

¹Just as an aside, CSM pays very well and there's only one reason to be a "former associate" like old Den: because they were never ever going to make you a partner. In Den's case, I can't imagine why.