What Gro Really Meant

It is said that there are more female “sex tourists” in Africa than male. Of course, women are not as upfront about why they fly to the Gambia and other countries whose young men have specialised in serving bored and ageing white ladies. It is politically impossible to discuss this industry in the women’s home countries, where we may be quite sure that moves to criminalise the purchase of sexual services will never be allowed to inconvenience the female segment of the market.

Indeed, when in the early days of the AIDS epidemic Gro Harlem Brundtland, later director of the WHO, warned Norwegian women to be careful about sex with African men, there was considerable outrage. Since she was so vague, her words were interpreted in terms of generalised racism rather than a specific warning to female sex tourists, which may have been what she actually had in mind. If it were really the case that female Norwegian sex tourists constituted a major vector of the transmission of the virus from Africa to Europe, this is a story that will never be told.

Posted on February 17, 2012 at 09:40 by Hugo Grinebiter · Permalink
In: THE NAME OF THE GAME, Sauce For The Goose

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  1. Written by urban
    on February 17, 2012 at 13:08

    Since turn-around is always fair play, it would be fun to do a sting in Gambia. Over the course of a year or so document several hundred Nogettes buying sex–the more the merrier! Then publish all the compromising photographs and other proof in Norway with a demand that these monstrous traffickers in human suffering be made an example of. That would be serious sauce for the goose!

  2. Written by Grinebiter
    on February 17, 2012 at 20:13

    Nah, they’d find a way to portray themselves as Victims. How else are they to express their sexuality, given that men cannot sustain relationships?

  3. Written by urban
    on February 18, 2012 at 10:56

    Yes, I know the phenomenon.

    Many years ago I bumped into my girlfriend walking down the street with her arms around another man. No problem. It just wasn’t working for me and I wanted out anyway, so I saw this as a good sign and greeted them warmly. I had just met my now ex-wife and knew that I was very interested. How naive it was in retrospect for me to think that she feeling the need to explore her sexuality in any way meant it was understandable that I might have a sexuality to explore as well!

    She had been sneaky and deceptive whereas I responded openly and honestly. I was such a gentleman that I even waited until after we had broken up officially to make a pass at my ex–on principle. I’m not a saint, but in this case my behavior was beyond reproach, which cannot be said for hers.

    So guess who the asshole was! She left such a trail of scorched earth that DECADES later I didn’t get a job because a friend of hers had authority over the manager that wanted to hire me. We had been seeing each other for maybe a month before I broke up with her, but decades later her friends still bear a grudge against me. Tis better to have loved and lost than to have the rest of your life ruined by a psychotic.

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