I have no idea if the “rape” allegations against Bill Cosby are true. When it comes to females conjuring up past incidents of butt-hurt, they are prone to contriving and embellishing to the rabid degree of a Harlequin whore author.
Still, I would not be surprised if true. Cosby, the famous placid and benevolent character he represents to the public, or has, for decades through his cloying, gentle shtick, is easy and semi-predictable fodder for this sort of revelation.
I don’t care, really. These women are fine, damnit, and they probably indulged the scenario as well. They are not saints and neither was Cosby, in all probability. The mass media-consuming public has a hard time letting go of facades and illusions. That is why there is such an “uproar” about this fiasco.
What I don’t understand is why a man of Cosby’s public caliber and fame had to resort to such Beta, try-hard methods to get into these chicks’ pants. Dude…you’re a famous comedian! You have your own show, you have a public persona, you are rich, you have influence, you have Pussy Pull. Many, many women will do anything you want just because of the image you represent. As a powerful male media symbol, women, primitively wired to breed with putative “leaders,” will want to fuck your reputation, if nothing else. Maybe not you, but what you stand for. Who needs more than that? When you stick your dick in them, who cares their motivations?
Let me just say that if anyone should resort to the methods you allegedly did with these women, it would be me. A man of anonymous character, a no-name loser with zero influence. That is the shit people expect someone like me to do.
You could have had any woman in your heyday. But you resorted to this seedy repressed hormonal flounder game?
If I had my own show, my own public franchise of recognition, I would have a throne, damnit.
I would sit up there and wait for women to march into my lap. I would be the dictator of pussy. I would wave women away or signal for them to continue. They would come to me, not me to them. I would be the benevolent alpha and the women I bedded would never cry and bitchmoan decades later.