A culture that hates women for having sex is one that Welcome to today's reminder that it's different for girls.A picture has been circulating on Twitter and Facebook since last night, reportedly taken at Eminem's Slane Castle gig yesterday.
It shows a cluster of men looking at a young man and a young woman.
Him: shirt off, shorts down, cock out, arms held high, beaming with triumph. It's a grotty scene, and so are the reactions to it, because while there are two people at it in the picture, only one of them has been the focus for the attendant flack.
Once you are matched, the painful private conversation can begin and the rest is up to you. Right swipe: worth the gamble it wasn’t the ugly duckling. Not least that the British gap-year student appears to have done more cultural damage to -Vietnam lately than the Americans ever achieved. It wasn’t the ‘look at sensitive me with African orphan’ pictures that annoyed me the most.
Tinder claims to have made 100 million matches so far, and says that there have been 50 proposals of marriage, though let’s not pretend it’s all chocolate boxes and roses. Female friends who are regular users report grossly impertinent demands for nude pictures and/or sex almost as soon as matches have been made. Bungee-jumping or photos of you stroking a drugged-up tiger on your gap year: bad. The bikini shots often seem wildly misleading when you click on the additional photos, but who has time for that? Nor was it the beach star-jump action shots; nor the Machu Picchu/-facing away from the camera scenery shot.
My picture is out there popping onto girls’ phones and if we both swipe right, then, ta da!
You are matched, which fills you with a warm sense of satisfaction approximate to about an eighth of the feeling you get when you catch the eye of someone pretty and just know. And is it just me or has every girl in London been to that festival in India where everyone throws paint about? You had me at the picture of you with Michael Portillo. The generic blurred picture of you in a nightclub with a cocktail that was clearly so expensive you thought you better record it for posterity. My adventure into the Tinder vortex taught me many things.A pictures of a girl, her age, a bio line and her distance away immediately popped into my screen.If I liked what I saw I could swipe the picture to right, if I never wanted to see that person again I could swipe to the left.In the world of popular sexual mores, public oral sex is apparently seen as pretty much neutral for men.It's the woman who gets to be the repository for everything deemed "shameful" or "disgraceful".Someone got sucked off and somebody did the sucking: no one got hurt, however much they'd have rather not seen it.