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It seems a straight case of pandering to the blokeish culture that loves to decry clever women, especially ones who don’t succumb to the masochism of Botox and have no interest in dyeing their hair.
She had been chosen as his bride mainly because she spoke the same language — German — and appeared to possess the sole requirement of a royal spouse: fertility.So, ever since the acid-tongued TV critic AA Gill sent some of his nasty jibes in my direction in his newspaper column on Sunday (and it wasn’t the first time I’d been at the sharp end of his, frankly, misogynist pen) people have been asking me, what is my vengeance going to be? He is supposed to be a television reviewer, but he said hardly anything at all about Meet The Romans, the documentary about the Roman world that I’ve written and presented on BBC2. To be honest, at first reading, his remarks were pretty hurtful.He suggested that I should be kept away from the cameras altogether and, in a topical reference, went on to imply that I belonged on The Undateables, a recent Channel 4 programme charting the dating difficulties of the disabled and facially disfigured.History may have forgotten Caroline of Ansbach, but she certainly left an indelible impression on everyone who met her.The future wife of George II was possessed of ‘a bosom of exemplary magnitude’, wrote one dazed witness.For years, sexism was institutionalised in academic establishments.
It is only since World War II that women were permitted to graduate from Cambridge University; before that, they could have the pleasure of studying, but only men would be honoured with degrees.
I am often asked to review books in newspapers and I always make it a rule never to write anything critical in a review that I would not be prepared to repeat to the author face-to-face — a basic tenet of responsible journalism.
And I ask only one thing of anyone who chooses to condemn me for not quite living up to the stereotype Botoxed blonde Gill seems to want me to become: see my programmes for yourself and decide if it is worth investing your time in watching me, even with my grey hair, double chin and wrinkles.
He also took issue with my appearance in his review of my documentary Pompeii: Life And Death In A Roman Town in 2010.
‘For someone who looks this closely at the past,’ he wrote, ‘it is strange she hasn’t had a closer look at herself before stepping in front of a camera.
I’m every inch the 57-year-old wife, mum and academic, half-proud of her wrinkles, her crow’s feet, even her hunched shoulders from all those misspent years poring over a library desk. I’m nowhere near the towering intellect of Socrates, but at a lower level that analogy could apply to me.