The Cos

I had a little informal chat with a TV personality this evening.  She is a cute thing and does some work (apparently I've never seen her on TV) for a show on the Discovery Channel.   The question of the Cosby regret sex, I need some cash and I'm willing to lie about things, rape allegations came up.  The blond asked me what I thought happened.  I told her that 30 years ago some chick spent 2.5 minutes alone in a room with Cosby and now wants a payout.

I guess she disagreed.

"Have you EVER met Bill Cosby?" she asked.  Without waiting to hear my reply she went into a tirade about how if I never met him I wouldn't be able to judge his character.  At least that's the point I think she was making.  As she was finishing up her diatribe it dawned on her that my answer to her first question was "yes".

"Well then do you know the women he rapped?" she parried.  "Nope" I said.  Sensing I was about to take a full broadside akin to the first one, I shot back, "I don't need to, skanks are skanks, they are all the same".  My comment had some of the effect I hoped, but not all.  She tried a line of how many famous people do you know.

Technically none.  What she asked was "how many famous people have you met?".  I may not "know" them but I've met lots of them.  That's the thing about famous people, everyone recognizes their name.  Us "normal" people tend to remember our encounters because of the other person's notoriety.  Which is silly because if I'm telling you about this one time I bought gas at a self serve station in Hailey, ID and I met a guy from Austria you'd never invite me over again.  If I mention the guys name was Arnold Schwarzenegger, the story becomes more interesting.  Well not really, but it beats the one about meeting Gorbachev in Arkansas.

After tarnishing my carefully crafted image as a jerkwater Wyoming native redneck, I went on the offensive with a question of my own.  "How hard do you think it would be for the most famous and finically successful comedian in American history to get laid?", I wanted to know.  "Um, I don't know, not hard?" she admitted.  Then I got extra nasty,  "How many men did you put out for to get your gig?" I said it with a smile.  I'm ashamed to admit I said it.  She squirmed and smirked but didn't give me an answer. 

I drove the point home, Cosby always promoted his image as a family man, always.  If that was all an act, which maybe it was, we don't really know, why would he need to force himself on anybody?  Hollywood has always been about easy sex, at least since the 1920's.  The Cos could have nailed any chick, white, black or plaid he wanted.  I don't think he did, because that's not who he was or what he was about.  Even if it was, after his first album in 1963 (the one with the Noah monolog) he didn't need to play it clean.  Society and the American culture became more accepting of permissive lifestyles.  Cosby on the other hand kept cleaning up his act while the culture went the other way.

The man had five kids and has been married to the same women most of his life.  I'm guessing with five kids he gets lucky at home.  Yes he had an affair in the 1970's.  It was consensual, not rape.  Yes he had a stable of hoes for several years.  Which proves he was a man in demand with the women, and like many men would, he failed the test.  Did he drug and rape tons of other women?  Why would he need to?  He has tons of cash.  He has tons of fame.  He has all the game a man could need.

"I never thought about it like that", she said.  She also mentioned she was staying the Marriott and her room number and something about drinks and continuing the conversation.

I came straight home, and blogged.