HARMLESS INTERACTION IS BECOMING QUITE A HANDFUL
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.
Grabbing a bum was very much like a high five (fifty years ago). Laying a PC stencil over what was accepted fifty years ago doesn’t give a fair indication of acceptability now. Invading someone’s personal space still needed communal consent but, unless you were bitter enemies, that consent was usually a given… and if it wasn’t you soon found out and desisted. Don Burke and Rolf Harris were (are) in a very different category.
Burke and Harris are, and always were, oversexed lonely grubs without any real friends. There are still many more hormonally unbalanced sickos to be unearthed in the old Channel Nine, Bendigo St. Richmond’s Green Room.
Both Burke and Harris have spent time at my property filming docos and both lived up to their reputations of the worst kept secrets in television. Harris was (is) a sinister sexual manipulator my kids were not allowed near. Burke, a filthy oversexed pig no-one dared to be near without some serious all-purpose antibiotics.
The entertainment industry, along with the judiciary, is still swarming with these sociopathic germs who have so far been mostly escrowed from media gaze. But Harvey Weinstein has changed all that because he and those like him have carried on like they were still in the 60s.
I quite often had a handful of female bottom and females quite often had a handful of mine. You could even manage a handful of front bottom on occasions and they a handful of pendular package that would prompt a few giggles, but never a call to the police.
But that sort of playful stuff was never an entrée to a shag. A shag needed both contenders to agree to their personal spaces being invaded, and usually it was readily agreed to.
Without that explicit agreement on both sides it didn’t happen… implicit simply wasn’t good enough.
Women my age will attest to the freedoms we all enjoyed back then without any accusations of vile male (or female) predation. We were just people who enjoyed each other in many different ways. I would happily prefer an hour talking to an intelligent woman rather than shagging her.
Homosexual conduct was not forbidden, but not promoted, as part of the party scene. Today female homosexuality is openly common and even males are making inroads where formerly they would be asked to leave.
Was it better back then? I think so. At least you knew where you stood.
Today a female gets done up like a colourful lure to catch a Giant Grouper and comes home miserable without a bite only because the Giant Grouper doesn’t want to be charged with harassing the colourful lure. WTF?
Businesses that I have run were regularly faced with accusations of sexual harassment by management. I always gave the complainant $14,000 and asked her to leave because a court without any evidence whatsoever would always award the girl that amount, and by giving her the cash it saved the company the cost of two lots of lawyers which potentially brought the total loss to the business of around $30,000.
This bullshit started (and should have finished) with you know who.
The girl promptly gained a job with another business and did exactly the same thing again. Yet no-one in my time had heard (or had even heard of) any offensive remarks made by management.
Today a bloke has no chance with a judiciary straight out of university without a business background. They have no clue what women get up to, and they don’t care, as long as the perceived capitalist pays up.
Meghan Markle brought her Botswana mother to London to meet the Queen
You know things have changed when the Queen and Prince Philip welcome an older woman, coloured and divorced, to be their charming Prince Harry’s wife. Or now that the 68-year-old transvestite, Caitlyn Jenner, is dating a 21-year-old college student,
...the student, Sophia Hutchins (above right) is reportedly female, so far.