Tag: Sex Wars

Here’s an interesting story.

A while ago, comedienne Katherine Ryan admitted that she once offered her boss (obviously in her pre-comedienne days) a sexual favor to be able to quit work early.  Apparently, she had a crush on him — as she puts it, he wasn’t just “some guy” — and he seems to have quite liked her too  Anyway, he agreed, she gave him the BJ and went home early.  No problem, right?

Don’t be stupid.  Needless to say, the Outrage Industry went full steam ahead.  Even though this happened when she was very young — some twenty years ago, methinks — this made no matter to the wokescolds, who excoriated the unnamed boss for all the usual capital crimes:  using his position of influence to get a BJ from a subordinate, sexual harassment, conduct unbecoming;  you name it, they were indignant about it.  Some even suggested that he was abusing his position of power, but of course he wasn’t.  Had he made the BJ a precondition of her leave of absence, perhaps that would be the case — but it wasn’t anything like that.

Of course, none of that matters, because our Katherine has always been quite unapologetic about the whole business, and good for her.  Clearly, she really (really) liked the guy, so let’s just grant the fact that she got two benefits from the BJ:  getting off and getting off early.

As one commenter succinctly [sic]  put it:

“She didn’t have a problem… he didn’t have a problem… where is the problem??”

Precisely.  The real issue here is that nowadays, total strangers can have a problem with this, and they’re given carte blanche  to vent their indignation about it as though their opinion actually matters.  It doesn’t, nor should it.

Hence the title of this post.  And by the way, our Canucki chick isn’t that bad-looking nowadays:

…so twenty years ago?  Small wonder the guy was interested in her proposition.

Here’s the full story, if you’re interested.  Also, she’s now happily married — about to pop her fourth sprog, as it happens — and so clearly the whole long-ago BJ business is not a big thing in her life, nor should it be.

Everyone has done shit in their past that may not pass the baleful scrutiny of today’s wokescold culture, but FFS:  ancient history is just that, and the sooner we leave it alone, the better for everybody.

No, this has nothing to do with Marcel Proust, but it’s a novel perk from a Spanish company for getting off work, so to speak:

Unless you’re a butcher, beating your meat is a practice that has never been welcomed into the workplace — which I’m sure an overwhelming number of employees are happy to adhere to.

It’s something that we see often in the movies, in the Rocky montages and in The Wolf of Wall Street to name a few… but if you’re a worker at one Spanish company, then you might be a little more familiar with a certain half-hour ‘masturbation break’.

The organization grants its staff 30 minutes of private time for ‘self pleasure‘ in a dedicated ‘masturbation station’ room, and it even got written into company policy in 2022 after completing a successful trial run during lockdown.

Speaking about why she gives her employees the option of a half-hour ‘masturbation break’ during work hours, owner Erica Lust [sic] explained: “The truth is masturbation can help people manage stress, regulate their sleep, and connect with their body and sexual desires, among other advantages.⁠”

In staff feedback from the unusual initiative, many admitted they felt “less aggression” and were “more productive”.

I’ll bet they do.  The best part of all this?

Lust, who is also on a mission to ‘reinvent’ ethical porn, added: “Sexual wellbeing is deeply intertwined with your overall mental health and physical health and should be treated with the same respect and resources.”

…and a new expression enters the lexicon:  “ethical porn”.

Not quite the ones featured in Mike Rowe’s shows, but another day, another dollar, right?

I refer here to The Sun  newspaper’s resident “sexpert” position [sic], which must be the easiest job in the world and which one might covet greatly.  Especially when it comes to covering [sic]  events like this:

Welcome to Swingathon 2025. More than a thousand horny revellers have descended on the sleepy village of Allington, Lincs, for a weekend of frolics, flings and full-on filth.

The participants look pretty much like you’d expect:

Of interest to me is the appearance into today’s lexicon of what’s termed “ethical non-monogamy“, which has to be the dictionary exemplar under the term OXYMORON.  Nevertheless, this seems to be a thing nowadays…

…which makes me not want to live in this world anymore.

I don’t want the job at all.