How much more shock do we have the energy to articulate? How many more times do we need to become enraged at the status quo before something changes? The Financial Times’ scoop on the behaviour of senior city figures at the Presidents Club gala charity dinner has unleashed new fury about the institutionalised acceptance of harassment of women. But what is particularly depressing about this exposé is that it simply captures in slightly sharper focus a reality with which we should all be very familiar.
So, let us accept, arguendo, that men are indeed sexist pigs.
Wouldn’t we prefer that they do this in private, by invitation only, rather than in the streets where they might frighten the horses?
The alternative apparently being that men must not be men.