All this was simple when our society was, at least to some degree, moral

By now, you know about the piece at Babe.net by someone with the nom de plume Grace about a date with Aziz Ansari, I'm assuming.

Do I need to describe him to you? Maybe you're more literate in a pop-culture sense than me, but I'd never heard of the guy. Apparently his character in whatever show he's on is the "woke" guy, who doesn't have a sexually boorish bone in his body. Lovable and funny. Then there is his real-life self.

According to Grace, he asked her on a date, which started with a glass of wine at his apartment. They then went to a restaurant, and at the end of the meal, he seemed in a hurry to get the check and pay and head back to his place. The kissing and groping began pretty much immediately, and was followed by requests, by him, for them to mouth each others' privates. She engages in the activity he is asking for, and then says, "Whoa, let's chill here. Let's go sit on the couch." While they're naked. She was hoping he'd "play with [her] hair and rub [her] back" to "calm her down." The situation deteriorated, and he mustered the decency to hail an Uber to get her home.

She texted him the next day to let him know she'd cried during the ride home and that she was disappointed to find out how he behaved on dates.

I swear, there's so much immaturity and jettisoning of standards on both sides that it looks like the way Democrats and Trump go after each other.

Why do any columns or blog posts, or which there are now many, discussing how this could have been prevented, need to be written?

How hard is it to muster the judgement needed to say, upon the conclusion of dinner, "Why don't we go for a stroll by the canal?" or "Let's check out that art show opening," or, if you have really been getting the sense that this guy's a horndog without an ounce of gentleman in him, "I didn't realize it was getting so late. I'd better get home."

He was a pig, and she was a ditz. And now, with the publication of her piece about it and all the subsequent discussion, society is that much more brittle, and the whole notion of romance has been further sidelined to make room for cold deliberations about "consent."

The way was paved for this when we as a society decided to mock God, but even after he'd been removed from the equation, there were a few years when the concepts of "lady" and "gentleman" still kept encounters this awkward and detrimental to the self-esteem of the parties involved to a minimum.

Now that everyone assumes everyone else to be a zoo animal, all bets are off. Everyone goes around hurt, scared, and bitter, and their souls visibly wither.

It is so very late in the day.