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Sexual consent is something that you should always get from your partner before you bang. But is an app really the best way to go about getting it?

For starters, talk about a moodkiller. "Here, before we go any further, let me have you complete this form on my phone. So hawt."

Second, if someone is "pretty wasted," as one of the app's sobriety options reads, are they going to truthfully report said sobriety while they're drunk, knowing full well that marking "pretty wasted" kills the consent process? If you're drunk and ready, you're drunk and ready, and your phone yapping at you saying that you don't give consent is only liable to piss you off, not stop what you're about to do.

Third, if one party does in fact revoke consent mid-sex, what are you doing to do? Pull out your phone again and change your answer from "I'm Good2Go" to "No, Thanks?"

Fourth, tying into the last point, what is the app actually meant to accomplish from a legal perspective? How is someone going to prove that they revoked consent when they originally put "I'm Good2Go" at the start of the encounter?

"You see, Your Honor, I know I said that I was Good2Go, but then I changed my mind and was Bad2Go like five minutes in!"

"Too bad! The app says you were Good2Go and that's it! Case closed!"

Last, but perhaps not least, I can barely type my lock screen password in while I'm drunk. Am I really going to be able choose consent, choose my (truthful) sobriety level, put in my phone number and create a password all as quickly as they claim you can? Unlikely.

All in all, sexual consent isn't just a good idea: it's mandatory. End of story. But bringing in a confusing app complete with phone numbers, passwords, and dubious legal authority might not be the best way to get it.

Plus it just ends up reminding me of this:

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In case you haven't been following the drama surrounding Julien Blanc, here's a recap:

Blanc works for a Canadian company/cabal/loosely affiliated group of douchebags called Real Social Dynamics, or RSD. The premise? Simple: sexually frustrated men pay thousands of dollars to attend RSD seminars, in which pickup artists teach these men the art of seduction. What began as a dubious, goofy but relatively innocuous business in the mid 2000s with pickup artists like Mystery and Neil Strauss has since morphed into a far more distressing and misogynistic enterprise. Pickup artists like the ones in RSD's employ have begun advocating more and more sexually aggressive overtures aimed at seducing women in clubs and bars. For example, one of Julien Blanc's signature pickup moves involved choking women and spontaneously shoving their heads down toward his crotch. And let's not even get started on RSD's founder Owen Cook a.k.a. "Tyler Durden." His pickup moves speak for themselves. I don't think I ever saw this kind of crap on VH1's The Pickup Artist.

What began as posts on social theory and evolutionary psychology largely confined to obscure internet forums has become a profitable industry that seeks to mitigate the insecurities of men by exploiting the insecurities of women. The seduction community has steadily and more frequently used the handbook for abusive partners as its primer in cornering women in a club and bogarting them into giving up sex, all while making it's sleazy frontmen wealthy in the process.

Thankfully, the era of viral content on the internet has given offered a formidable backlash to people like Julien Blanc, who has since had his visa invalidated in Australia, Brazil, and Japan, effectively banning him from entering any of those countries. Mainstream media is also taking heed, and a prime example is above, wherein Blanc gets a smaller dose of his own medicine: pushed, intimidated, and shamed into being contrite. The difference between Blanc and the women in the clubs he frequents? Blanc totally deserves this.

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