BLOKES HAVE A TOUGH TIME OF IT
Four-time Walkley Award winning political commentator and Churchill Fellow, has returned to the fray over concern that the integrity of news dissemination is continually being threatened by a partisan media.
Just channel surfing the other night and there was this party on a beach somewhere (the channel could have been Bondi Rescue, many readers would also have seen it). A bunch of young girls were determined to remove this young bloke’s board shorts, he was strenuously resisting, hanging on to his waist band with white knuckles.
There was raucus laughter and everyone seemed to be enjoying the tussle. I switched channels wondering if the positions had been reversed would not a few blokes be down the police station being charged.
Look, rape is an horrific act and I’m damned if I know how any bloke could possibly enjoy it. But I have known women to enjoy a simulated attempt at rape as an extended form of foreplay before surrendering in climactic submission, and that’s where it gets really confusing. How can a bloke know? If a woman tells you that’s what she wants then the charade is ruined.
But you sort of do know because if she was fair dinkum she could easily cross her legs or punch you in the face. You dont have a knife to her throat, and anyway what the hell is she doing naked in the first place.
Sex gets a lot less imaginative with age but the memory lingers... what if she was filming the session with sound? It would be a hard charge to defend.
Many a girl has had morning after recriminations and many a bloke has suffered the penalty of mistaking a flirtatious advance as an invitation.
Blokes tread a fine and dangerous line. It’s women who call the tune with their rouge cheeks, red lipstick and fingernails. Red is the colour of arousal in all species. It’s a signal that we human blokes must ignore.
Shaved legs bared to the thigh, with an intoxicating pheromone sprayed in every conceivable crevice must also be ignored. And of course we pretended not to notice the gash flash when she crossed her legs.
If a bloke exhibited that sort of arousal in the pub he’d be down the police station again.
Homosexuality is a lot safer... but I think I’ll risk the straight stuff thanks.