The Inherent Disappointment Of The “Kissing Bandit”

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The Inherent Disappointment Of The “Kissing Bandit”

3:00 pm, September 16th | by Sarah Devlin

I’m not going to get into why I think that calling a man who is running around macking on ladies a “kissing bandit” diminishes the intrusion into their personal space and the disturbing nature of the actual encounter, making the perpetrator sound like that kid everyone knew in third grade who would plant one on you when you were both sitting on top of the monkey bars, lean over and swing from the top until he was hanging from the bars, ninja style, drop onto the ground and then run away while you screamed, instead of what he actually is, which is off-putting and probably dangerous. This is the male equivalent of the “zany female criminal/femme fatale” phenomenon I covered earlier this week.

But let’s leave all that aside, and talk about something else that is always disappointing in 100% of these cases. Every single time, you scroll down to see a photo of the so-called “kissing bandit,” wondering if this time it’ll be different, and every time something like this gets put in your eyes: