Of course, nothing excuses a leering lout. People — horny men included — are obligated to practice self-control. All the time. Period. But — collision-with-reality time — lovely lassies who teasingly conduct themselves in a manner making it more difficult for testosterone-loaded lugs to rein it in? They shoulder some responsibility when male piggishness, predictably, is unleashed in their direction.
Absolution for crude perpetrators’ antics? Flatly, no — but, girls, please: if you’re half-nakedly out there when they turn up, don’t feign startled indignation.
Is America headed for a recession?
“Oh, Mr. Park Ranger, I’m so upset the forest is burning down! Why, yes, I did empty this gasoline container onto that unattended campfire — but what does THAT have to do with anything??…”
Memo to Kate Upton and Company: You might resent the way men are constructed, you might want to ignore biology — that won’t change its rubber-meets-the-road nature. Poke enough wild dogs with a sharp stick, at some point you should expect a sharp-toothed reaction. Drop into the bear pit with sirloins strapped to your limbs, but don’t complain when you become Grizz Café’s “Lunchtime Special”. Offer yourself in conspicuous, come-hither exhibitionism and expect, eventually, to draw the “unwanted” attention and attitudes of lechers; and even of normal guys who’ve manfully resolved to do better, but fall short.
Ironically – and clarifyingly — with Upton’s dyspeptic confession, comes news of former Victoria Secret’s model Kylie Bisutti’s officially launching her personally designed, “Bible-inspired” clothing line. Several months ago, the twenty-three-year-old Bisutti rather dramatically ended her association with the renowned, racy lingerie retailer, explaining she could no longer reconcile her maturing Christian faith (and marital commitment) with alluringly bearing her body for panting male minions.
“She used to wear as little clothes as possible, but after a change of heart she now wants to make a living by putting them on,” elaborates the Blaze’s Billy Hallowell.
Perhaps Kylie could ring-up Kate? Have a chat?
The retired Victoria Secret’s hawker understands that reality has a beastly habit of smashing into our self-justifying self-delusions. Novelist Phillip K. Dick defined “reality” as “that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”
Life exacts consequences from choices. Take the object lesson of Detroit: governed for a generation by overspending, Liberal scoundrels and incompetents, groaning under Michigan’s heftiest per-capita tax burden and the country’s (!) highest home and commercial property tax. The result? Motown’s collapse.
The political Left, meanwhile, harrumphs and scratches its head, flummoxed by that city’s awfulness.
Kate Upton’s dilemma yields another object lesson. Here’s hoping she –- along with the rest of her scantily-clad-but-”empowered” sorority –- soon figure out that, as long as they continue undressing in public they’ll remain bait for legions of masturbators. Those who willingly strip for hound dogs really have no grounds for being scandalized when they show-up, howling.
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