Sex is so confusing. Take the whole notion of “consent.” How are you, as a dude, supposed to keep track of whether or not, say, a woman has actually consented to sex with you? I mean, are you supposed to ask? If she says “no,” how do we know she’s really saying “no?” Maybe she’s saying “know,” as in, why don’t you “know me” in the Biblical sense? Like I said, it’s very confusing.
Apparently things are a lot simpler in France, at least according to this dude on Jezebel. In France, apparently, if you happen to espy a comely mademoiselle, you can just start groping her:
At the clubs in the 8ème, off the Champs-Élysées, and all along Rue de Rivoli, it is fairly common to watch men literally grab and touch the girls who weave through the crowd. Men often draw a finger down an unknown girl’s cheek or under her chin like a doting Uncle; they can be seen pinching girls’ noses, throwing arms around shoulders and even stealing kisses.
And according to this dude, whom no one’s ever heard of, the French ladies love it, just love it!
Parisian women seem to derive a feminist power from this chauvinism that makes them come across as strong, self-determining, and completely aware of themselves as permanent objects of desire. And drunk or sober, it seems Parisian women get exactly what they want while their men, if rejected, are left to hammer doggedly away at other targets.
That sounds about right. I mean, what woman doesn’t want strange men hammering doggedly away at them all hours of the day every time they step outside?
It’s all very sophisticated. Very Continental. Heck, it’s very The Continental.
Anyway, so apparently some feminist bloggers are, you know, griping away, like the ladies do, that Jezebel, ostensibly a feminist-ish blog, would run such a thing. Ladies, come on! What are you, prudes? Americans? Men who read this dude’s piece may lighten up a bit and start acting a lot more French. Who are you to deny the women of America the chance to have strange men, with questionable personal hygiene and an extensive knowledge of cheeses, running their fingers down their cheeks?
Note: This post contains sarcasm.