Were you ever the recipient of this lame-arsed and degrading come-on?
“If I said you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”

Theferret –

[Personally, his choice of screen names is an insult to ferrets everywhere, so I prefer to regard him as a weasel,... but I digress.]

Theferret went and did this irretrievably stupid can-of-worms thing:

“We all reached out in the hallway, hands and fingers extended, to get a handful. And lo, we touched her breasts - taking turns to put our hands on the creamy tops exposed through the sheer top she wore, cupping our palms to touch the clothed swell underneath, exploring thoroughly but briefly lest we cross the line from ‘touching” to “unwanted heavy petting.” They were awesome breasts, worthy of being touched.”

and

“And my God! We all reached out like zombies trying to break through a door to get to those breasts. And it wasn’t getting any worse! We weren’t degenerating into an orgy, but rather exploring the amazement of how beautiful this body was and how wonderful it was to have access to them.”

Oh, my everlovin’ gods. Are you skeeved, too?

And never before have I seen one man do so much back-pedalling on a blog. Alas, for the sake of his credibility, it came too late. The damage was done. The monkey had removed the cork from the elephant’s arse, and the shit went everywhere.

Truly it had no choice, because it was a substantial mountain of shit.

Theferret, in his juvie online boasting after the fact, has sparked a mighty firestorm.

Many, of all sexes and genders and orientations, responded. From what I was able to access, the bulk of those responses is highly critical and vociferously disapproving of Theferret’s petting project.

And then I came across the words of tablesaw:

“Women’s breasts are not magical devices for healing straight men’s psyches. Women’s bodies do not exist to make straight men feel better about themselves. Women have their own shit to deal with, and a lot of the time, that shit is us, even (sometimes especially) when we’re trying to do better. And trying to be the spokesperson for a movement without acknowledging, accepting, and fucking dealing with your position of power is just working at crosspurposes to that same movement.”

Thank you, sir, for your empathy and compassion. You give me hope for the het male portion of the western world.

I, too, posted some knee-jerks to this, ah, person’s Open Source [yes, thanks for hijacking that term and bastardising it in the same breath] ‘project’, and began writing this post several times. Each attempt, until this one, I deleted as being a tad reactionary. So I empowered myself by giving myself permission to consider the issue and write only once I was able to give it the calculated bit of mild snark it truly deserves.

Based upon the silly, sophomoronic notion of the buttons the female objects had the “right” to choose to wear — green for “Yes, you may ask” or red for “No” — in this Fandom Scandal, here is my considered response:

If the red button, when I push it, fails to make you, the Hopeful Groper, disappear — in a puff of common decency with a Karmic scream of excruciatingly abrupt enlightenment, and remove this wretched sense of degradation and violation you’ve just dumped on to my psyche with your lewd insinuations of entitlement — what damned good is the bloody thing?