Some banker asshole in Edinburgh has been sentenced to community service for “creeping” into a room containing a sleeping woman, which woman he proceeded to grope. How original. He repeated this pathetic performance at least once more with a different woman a year or two later. His lawyer avers that “alcohol lay behind the offences.”
Alcohol, my bulging, bloodshot eye.
What lay behind the offences was not alcohol. Alcohol is a chemical. It did not invent misogyny. It did not consecrate the pornalizing doctrine that women are submissive receptacles. No, what lay behind the offences was the warm, sympathetic embrace of male privilege as it draped a familiar arm over Adam Flockhart’s dissipated shoulders and whispered into his hairy ear, “You are 50 and this unconscious girl is 23. You may never be able to dominate such a hot, masculinity-affirming commodity again. Go on. She’s practically seducing you — asking for it, really — by being asleep within a 10-mile radius of your entitled dudeliness. So get creepin’, Adam Flockhart!”
This booze-as-mitigating-circumstance bullshit has got to go. It’s either okay to molest women or it isn’t. Adam Flockhart, pornsick banker of Edinburgh, says it is. I say it isn’t.