At the risk of getting embroiled in something I'd rather avoid, if you reread my words I speak about "women I have known" and as I lived in countries other than your own, who knows what gives?
Of course I sound politically incorrect; I hate the ethic because it assumes the worst in everything and everyone. It's for losers, as Mr T might have said. That does not even begin to suggest that I support chauvinistic and bad-mannered male sexual behaviour which I did sometimes, if rarely, see in the pre-photography workplace I inhabited: engineering. Tell you something: some of the female machinists could teach anybody how to swear and talk dirty; quite an eye-opener for a kid just out of a good school who never wanted to be an engineer but had little choice in his particular circumstances.
In the end, nothing is set in stone, and there are as many pleasant people around in all social levels as there are those of the opposite persuasion. The social tragedy of political correctness and what it leads to is, in my mind, drawn out into public gaze by the existence of dating sites. They are a sad witness to the decline in social skills and, now that I read and hear of all these metoo folks, the only way some poor guy will ever find the nerve to ask a woman out. How bloody tragic you now need sites to do what others did with little difficulty from the year 0. How strange to have to live in fear of being nice to a member of the opposite sex unless she marks her ground by registering on the Internet to say so.
Thank God I lived most of my life in saner times.
