Clementine Ford, I’m pleased to report, has performed an outstanding community service. That isn’t a sentence one expects to encounter in the pages of Quadrant. I don’t mean, of course, that Australia’s most beastly feminist has undergone anything like an outbreak of civility or good sense. Nor do I suggest that her latest book— I Don’t: The Case Against Marriage, the fourth she has inflicted on the public—is in any way interesting, amusing, or even readable. In fact, it took a fair amount of manly courage on the part of this reviewer to get past the midpoint of chapter two,…