This bit isn’t about Niall McElwee.Ã‚ It’s about you and me.
It’s about finding the line between bad behaviour and becoming a despised sexual offender with a criminal record.
Tell me this honestly: did you ever make a lewd comment or suggestion to a member of the opposite sex?
That could be sexual harassment.
Did you ever make an unwelcome advance to a member of the opposite sex?Ã‚ Maybe you tried to kiss someone.
That could be sexual assault.
Did you ever streak?
That could be indecent exposure.
The problem is that the gravity of your offence depends on some other person’s prejudices.Ã‚ If someone decides to be offended by your behaviour, no matter how innocent everyone else thought it was, you could be screwed, and I don’t mean in a good way.
We’ve moved away from objective standards of what constitutes a crime, and placed the whole thing in the hands of a touchy-feely Taliban at the wrong side of the PC looking-glass where a crime is whatever they say it is.
We’re living in a world where somebody else’s sensitivities determine whether you’re a sexual offender or a drunken gobshite, and there’s only one way you can be absolutely certain that you never end up on the receiving end of a barrage of self-righteous condemnation.
Don’t drink.Ã‚ Don’t socialise.Ã‚ Don’t say anything.Ã‚ Have no contact with members of the opposite sex.Ã‚ Or the same sex, if you’re gay.Ã‚ No.Ã‚ In fact, if you’re gay you should associate with nobody, just to be on the safe side.
That should keep you reasonably safe, until somebody hears about it and gets offended.
Jesus, the world is full of po-faced gobshites waiting to be offended.Ã‚ It reminds me of something the Bullet remarked not so long ago: Damn those crippled foreign queers, coming over here, taking our men and our wheelchairs.
This post is entitled This Is Not About Niall McElwee.Ã‚ I bet you some mind-reading finger-wagger will still write in complaining that I’m defending him:Ã‚ You didn’t say it, Bock, but I know what you’re thinking!
Previously on Bock: