Quick way for Bolt and his women to demean themselves
She was one of the women who partied with Usain Bolt at a nightclub then returned to his London hotel at 5.45am, perchance to party some more. She was photographed travelling to the hotel and also in the foyer of the hotel, where she was resplendent in a fur gilet, high heels and tiny skirt.
I’m not being judgmental. That’s just what she was wearing. I don’t want you to think she was a chambermaid.
Now she has officially complained about photographs of her in these situations being circulated online, in newspapers and on social media. She did not consent to their publication, she says, and the resulting publicity has ‘damaged her reputation’.
Ahem. Can I be honest here? I am sure it has. If you are a woman in a party frock who returns to the hotel room of a man you have just met, people will make assumptions about you and your behaviour.
And I am assuming they are assuming you are not going up to his room to teach him how to crochet or discuss world politics.
Some might think: good on you, girl. Some might not. That’s just how the hurdles fall in the race of life.
Ms Fur Gilet, who was photographed in a public place, is free to do what she wants to do — in just the same way others are free to think what they want to think about her choices. I don’t think that what she did was so terribly bad or amoral — just a bit stupid for someone who is clearly so sensitive to the opinions of others.
If she didn’t want her reputation to be damaged, perhaps she should have thought twice about joining the other women, packed into a taxi like veal calves, as they roared around to Bolt’s hotel in the wee small hours.
She should have thought carefully about being a part of some sort of ghastly Se-X Factor selection process, one that decreed who would be sent to his room and who would be sent home.
how demeaning. But she didn’t mind doing what she did, she minded being seen to do what she did.
Her reaction is part of the familiar trend which finds women, whenever in doubt, painting themselves as the victim. The orthodoxy of modern feminism means that you can do anything you want without ever taking responsibility for yourself. And anyone who raises an eyebrow, even just in a wry and quizzical way, is accused of ‘slut-shaming’ or worse.
At least this woman had the grace to be (kind of) embarrassed. The next evening, another crate-load of beauties were shipped into Bolt’s hotel. One girl in an LBD and heels, pictured right, even stopped and did the sprinter’s famous victory pose for the cameras.
She was nuts about Bolt — and she didn’t care who knew it.
This has all been part of the sordid Bolt circus, a rather unedifying spectacle since his rio success.
The Olympic gold medallist has been partying like a rock star since his triumphs on the track. In Brazil and now in London, the pattern is fixed. Despite having a long-standing girlfriend, Bolt feels no compunction in becoming friendly with the women keen to get to know him better.
Do you know why? he says it’s his culture. It’s in his genes. And also in his jeans.
In a recent interview, Bolt expressed surprise that some seemed obsessed with marrying off famous people so early, and that footballers seem to wed so young.
he said it was hard for him to stay with one woman ‘because girls are literally just throwing themselves at you’. he also hinted that in Jamaica — the home of ‘twerking’ — it’s not unusual to have more than one girlfriend, and he has no intention of marrying until he’s 35.
‘We have a totally different culture, so you can’t judge me based on your culture,’ he said.
Why not? Not every man in Jamaica behaves like this — and there is nothing to admire about a selfish, male-centric philosophy in which the men do as they please, and the women must mutely stand back and accept their partner’s very public tomcattery.
In rio, he smuggled student Jady Duarte into the athletes’ village. She said he seduced her in a club by lifting up his T-shirt to show off his abs. And they say romance is dead!
They made love twice to the music of rihanna, and used a Google translation app to communicate when they were not talking the language of love. She posted pictures of them in bed together online and when they went viral she said: ‘I’m so embarrassed.’
Girls, girls. A word. Usain Bolt is not the kind of man to pass unnoticed in a nightclub — or anywhere else.
he is 6ft 5in for a start, and likes to wear his Team Jamaica Olympic baseball cap when clubbing, just in case any doubt as to his identity remains. he is currently one of the most famous people on the planet, not to mention being the fastest man in the world and the greatest sprinter who ever lived.
Nine Olympic gold medals bear testament to his greatness, millions of fans worship not just his sporting abilities but also his charm and charisma. he was the king of the rio games, he is a young man in his prime, a bona fide superstar.
Women who have one-night stands with celebrities like him were once called groupies, but that is probably illegal now. The sisterhood have perhaps come up with an uplifting fangirl fem-term to describe the practice of sleeping with stars, or at least spending the night together.
Sex facilitators? Idolisers? Bolt-cutters? Who knows, but here is my point. Please, please don’t hang out with Usain Bolt because he is a famous celebrity, then complain about the attention that arises from your tryst, innocent or otherwise.
That might not make you a groupie, but it does make you a hypocrite.
It also makes you play into the hands of a toxic culture that Bolt admires — despite the fact it treats women as playthings to be discarded at will. And that can really damage a girl’s reputation.