Arrr! France's sea dogs be ponderin’ if consent be part o' the treasure map fer the law o' lovin’!
2025-04-01
Arrr, after a crew o' scallywags got their just desserts fer ravishin' a groggy lass named Gisèle, the landlubbers in charge decided ye must now ask fer a hearty "aye" before settin' sail in the sea o' love! Savvy?
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round ye scallywags and lend an ear to this tale of woe and folly! In the fair land where the seas be calm, a lass named Gisèle Pelicot found herself in a right pickle, as a crew of ruffians did commit dastardly deeds upon her while she lay in a state most unfortunate, under the sway of the devil's brew!With a mighty swell of fury and righteous indignation, the good folk of the realm did rise up like a tempest upon the waves! They looked upon the injustice and declared, “Avast, this be no way to treat a lady!” So, the lawmakers, with quills in hand and ink on their brows, set about crafting a new decree: from henceforth, for any act of passion to be deemed consensual, a hearty “Aye!” must be spoken by both parties! Aye, what a grand notion, ye say!
But lo and behold, one must ponder why such a simple matter needed the wisdom of the scribes! Did these knaves not know that consent be the very treasure of romance? So, raise yer tankards high, me mateys, and toast to the newfound wisdom of the law, for now, every matey shall know the importance of a hearty “Yes” before settin' sail on the seas of love!