You might not know Wallace Reyburn. He's the author of Flushed With Pride (the saga of Thomas Crapper and his flush toilet) and Bust-Up (""The uplifting tale of Otto Titzling and the development of the bra""). Now you know Wallace Reyburn. The Inferior Sex is more spoofery -- this time Women's Lib is the nicely turned butt of Reyburn's loosely sophomoric humor, a blend of the deadpan jeer (""the true function of women is to find enduring happiness in being secondary to men"") and the calculated leer (""On one page of Kate Millett's Sexual Politics there are fourteen fucks, with a couple of cunts as makeweight. Clearly this is an attempt to copy men, to show that they [women] are on an equal footing with them""). There's the predictable ribbing of female illogicality and impracticality (""you may be 99.9 percent sure that nothing your eye lights upon was invented by a woman""), the Libbers' preoccupation with penis envy (""I suppose it is only natural, with all this publicity the penis has been getting over the years, that women should feel slighted""), and their militant organizations (SCUM -- Society for Cutting Up Men -- ""will kill all men who are not in the Men's Auxiliary of SCUM,"" etc.). Male jibberation.