Amanda is discussing the the trial of Dominique Strauss-Kahn and his defense, and I don’t get her main point. Strauss-Kahn is defending his behavior by saying that women want to have sex with him all the time, and he only attends four orgies a year, because he’s a very busy man.
In sum, the charge is that Strauss-Kahn participated in “pimping” by helping pay for sex workers that serviced the multiple orgies that Strauss-Kahn likes to enjoy. Strauss-Kahn can’t deny that he was fond of orgies—I guess the evidence is just overwhelming against him—so instead his defense is that he didn’t know the women at them were sex workers. Chew on that, slowly and carefully, everyone. What Strauss-Kahn wants you to believe is that he is such a sexual dynamo, such a hot piece of ass, that sexy young women are lining up to have sex with him, for free, in public places while his creepy ass friends watch. Here is a photo of him, to help you picture what he’s trying to argue here:
Yes? And? Look at that photo! He’s white. He’s graying. He’s getting old. Those wrinkles are getting deep. He’s putting on a bit of the ol’ poundage. He wears a suit. Forgive me for descending into a bit of descriptive porn there, but isn’t that the sexual ideal? I mean, I would know — after all, that titillating description also fits me perfectly, and there can’t possibly exist a world in which I am not the beaux ideal of sexual charisma, can there?
Although I did feel a tremor in my self-esteem at hearing that Strauss-Kahn attends 4 orgies a year — I haven’t been keeping up with my masculine goals, apparently, and have slipped a bit behind on my schedule. He’s got a little tiny edge over me. By about 4 per year. In my defense, I’ve had a lot of teaching to do. Work cuts into orgy time terribly, as Dominique will tell you.