| Monday, February 10, 2003 |
 | via Matt, this fantastically intricate site devoted to Victorian London. Facinating to see the mappings - it feels as if we're still slowly tearing away from the Victorian ideals, but it's taking a very long time. But then, I'm in no position to judge. While lying around on my misson of recuperation at the weekend, an article in the Observer or Sunday Times on how not to have an affair (reference, anyone? Tell me). One of the golden rules was not to meet friends of the opposite/same sex (depending on taste), unless accompanied by your partner. Surely the guide to not having an affair is one line, one sentence, "Don't have sex with other people". I'm not saying I'm blameless here, but at least I am now grown-up enough to realise that this was not " a lapse", it was a very specific instance (or rather, in each case a different specific instance) of two people behaving badly and justifying this behaviour to a greater or lesser extent with reasons of greater or lesser weakness. Possibly "don't meet friends of the opposite/same sex whom you want to have sex with, and who you think might want to have sex with you, in situations where you are likely to be a) drunk and b) late for your last train/tube/rickshaw/hansom cab home", but even still...this idea of imposing special conditions on your friends as a result of the sexual danger they may pose seems to me a very strange thing. And what on Earth do you do if you or your partner is bisexual?
All very peculiar....
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