(Or, Sorta Another Thursday Interruption/Midweek Media Fusion).
Look, here’s the thing. For years, I’ve had this fantasy of chucking it all and moving to Inverness, Scotland. Why Inverness? I dunno, I found it lovely and think I’d really like it there for more than a ten day stint. In general, I loved my visit to Scotland. It seems like my kinda place.
Anyway, when I came across this spot, it merely solidified an already solid affinity for Scotland, which I realize is totally redundant, but whatever:
In which a woman at a bar wearing a short skirt is, according to a bloke across the way, “asking for it” and we see her some hours prior, in a shop picking out a skirt because she’s going out to night looking to get raped, and needs an article of clothing that’ll encourage guys to force her to have sex against her will. The saleswoman advises her the blue one with sequins is much more likely to have that effect than the pink jersey one. Of course, the woman buying the “asking for it” skirt turns to the camera and says, “As if.” Then we get the PSA’s moral, which is one people still have a difficult time understanding, it would seem: Nobody asks to be raped. Ever.