I currently live in a share house in London with 5 other men (boys?) in their mid-20s.
Every evening they can be found either:
a. Watching soccer.
b. Playing Xbox.
c. Talking about soccer.
d. Eating take away.
e. A combination of b,c and d.
This house is equal parts crazy and marvelous – but I diverge!
On Friday, I came home to an extremely raucous poker party. There were cards and chips and testosterone flying everywhere. The music was up and the beer was flowing. I grabbed one and joined the girls on the couch. Nice.
Between poker hands, the ad came on.
It literally brought the party to a standstill and then tore it in two. I believe the comment was, “Oh come on! It’s 20 per cent the girl’s fault.” At first, I thought it was a (sick) joke. But he went on… “Leading a guy into a bedroom can only mean one thing.” One of the young women sitting beside me partly agreed, “It’s definitely rape, but that girl shouldn’t be so naïve.”