Here in Norway we have a rather embarrassing political situation occupying us at the moment. Apparently, a politician in Parliament has, on a few occations on trips abroad, been so blatant in his pursuit of prostitutes that the head of Parliament has given him a sharp talking-to. This has been going on for some years, if I understand it correctly.
The rather more interesting episode has allegedly happened on a trip to some undisclosed country in Africa, where the problem of trafficing of women to Europe was the topic of discussion. Apparently, when session closed, this esteemed member of Parliament have then ventured out into the city, buying the services of the local women. He has also been quoted by one one the female participants on that trip, who found the whole thing rather inappropiate and confronted him about it, to have said that “What’s the difference between buying food and sex? I don’t understand why you are so upset”.
Charming, in so many ways.
He has – without being named – commented to say that the whole thing is ridicolous, he has never bought sex, never been reprimanded about it, and don’t understand why the journalist asked him this rude question. Something that strikes me as rather stupid, seeing as the head of Parliament has already confirmed the whole thing.
This story broke earlier in the week, and surprisingly his name has not yet been disclosed. Because honestly, in this day and age, these things have a tendency to see daylight rather quickly. And why don’t they learn?! The best thing to do is to admit, grovel, and beg for forgiveness. Every child knows this!
But it gives the whole country a feeling of – I don’t know if this is distasteful – holiday, to be honest. Everything else seems to be suspended, we all have something in common to talk about and despise (even other men who buy sex, because taxpayers money is involved), and it is that whole feeling of glee. Never to be underestimated.
Rumours are however starting to emerge about his identity, and in a country of 5 million people, you can hardly keep anything a secret. So I’m waiting eagerly for the groveling. That is the best part, don’t you think?