{"id":160669,"date":"2025-04-20T21:31:29","date_gmt":"2025-04-21T05:31:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=160669"},"modified":"2025-04-19T16:33:47","modified_gmt":"2025-04-20T00:33:47","slug":"jeeves-read-on-x-that-bertie-wooster-is-a-sex-pest-jeeves-provides-bertie-sage-advice-in-the-age-of-me-too","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=160669","title":{"rendered":"Jeeves read on X that Bertie Wooster is a sex pest. Jeeves provides Bertie sage advice in the age of Me-Too."},"content":{"rendered":"

Grok: Setting: Bertie Wooster\u2019s elegant London flat, April 2025. Bertie is pacing frantically, his bow tie askew, clutching his phone as if it might explode. Jeeves, serene as ever, stands by the fireplace, having just reviewed a troubling thread on X. A tray of tea sits untouched, the air thick with impending crisis.<\/em>
\nBertie: Jeeves, we\u2019re in the soup! The absolute, boiling, brimstone soup! I\u2019ve just seen it on X\u2014some blighter\u2019s posted that I\u2019m a sex pest! Me! Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, a pest of the amorous variety! It\u2019s slander, I tell you, but it\u2019s spreading like wildfire. What\u2019s to be done? I\u2019ll be blackballed from the Drones Club and hounded by Aunt Agatha!
\nJeeves: Calmly adjusting a cufflink. A most distressing development, sir. I have reviewed the X thread in question, which appears to stem from a misunderstanding involving your recent interaction with Miss Poppy Pendleton. The term \u201csex pest\u201d is, I suspect, an exaggeration, but in the current climate, such accusations carry weight. Might I inquire as to the specifics of your conduct at the Drones Club event?
\nBertie: Specifics? Oh, it\u2019s all a ghastly mix-up, Jeeves! You know Poppy\u2014sparkly frocks, laughs like a hyena. After our\u2026 er\u2026 encounter the other night, I sent that polite text you drafted, all about being friends. But at the club last night, I may have been a tad too chummy\u2014gave her a wink, called her \u201cold sport,\u201d maybe patted her shoulder. Purely platonic, I swear! Now X is ablaze with claims I\u2019m some sort of lecherous octopus!
\nJeeves: Nodding thoughtfully. I see, sir. In the era of the Me Too movement, even well-intentioned gestures can be misconstrued, particularly when amplified on platforms like X. The public is acutely sensitive to perceived impropriety, and a wink or touch, however innocent, may be interpreted as overfamiliarity. Allow me to offer some guidance to navigate this delicate landscape.
\nBertie: Guidance? Jeeves, I need a miracle! If this gets out, I\u2019ll be persona non grata from Mayfair to Soho. Lay it on me\u2014what\u2019s the drill in this Me Too age? I don\u2019t want to be the chap who\u2019s whispered about at cocktail parties.
\nJeeves: Clearing his throat softly. Very well, sir. Firstly, I recommend issuing a prompt and sincere clarification on X, crafted to defuse the situation without admitting fault. I propose something along the lines of: \u201cDear friends, I am dismayed by recent misunderstandings. My conduct is always intended with respect and good humor. I apologize for any discomfort caused and pledge to be more mindful henceforth. Yours, Bertie W.\u201d This acknowledges the concern while preserving your character.
\nBertie: Post on X? Me? Jeeves, I\u2019d sooner wrestle a crocodile! Everyone will see it\u2014Biffy, Tuppy, even that ghastly Spode! Can\u2019t we just ignore it and hope it blows over, like that time I accidentally set fire to Gussie\u2019s top hat?
\nJeeves: Regrettably, sir, in the digital age, silence is often construed as guilt. A measured response, coupled with discreet actions, is the wiser course. Secondly, I advise adopting a more reserved demeanor in social settings. Avoid physical gestures\u2014winks, pats, or the like\u2014and maintain a polite distance, particularly with those of the opposite sex. A nod and a smile suffice to convey amiability.
\nBertie: Reserved? You mean I\u2019ve got to act like a blooming statue? Dash it, Jeeves, I\u2019m a friendly cove! If I stop winking, people will think I\u2019ve gone dour, like Aunt Agatha on a bad day. And what about Poppy? Should I send her flowers or something to smooth things over?
\nJeeves: Frowning slightly. Flowers, sir, might be misinterpreted as an attempt to curry favor. Instead, a private message\u2014brief and contrite\u2014would be more appropriate. For example: \u201cDear Miss Pendleton, I regret any unease caused by my behavior. My intentions were purely cordial, and I shall strive to be more considerate. Yours sincerely, Bertie.\u201d I can dispatch this on your behalf to ensure propriety.
\nBertie: Propriety? You\u2019re making me sound like a vicar, Jeeves! But I suppose you\u2019re right\u2014this Me Too business is trickier than a round of golf with Barmy Fotheringay-Phipps. Any other pearls of wisdom to keep me from being branded a menace?
\nJeeves: Indeed, sir. Thirdly, educate yourself on contemporary social norms. The Me Too movement emphasizes consent, respect, and awareness of power dynamics. Even a jest or compliment, if misjudged, can cause offense. I could procure a discreet online course on workplace and social etiquette, tailored to the modern gentleman, which you might complete in the privacy of your flat.
\nBertie: A course? Good lord, Jeeves, next you\u2019ll have me reading manifestos! But I take your point\u2014I\u2019ve got to watch my step. No more calling girls \u201cold sport,\u201d no more shoulder pats. I\u2019ll be as bland as a boiled egg. But what if this X nonsense escalates? What if I\u2019m canceled, like that chap who tweeted about his cat\u2019s political views?
\nJeeves: With a ghost of a smile. Cancellation, sir, is not inevitable. By acting swiftly and sincerely, we can mitigate the damage. Should the situation persist, I have contacts in public relations who can manage your online reputation discreetly. For now, refrain from engaging with the X thread directly, lest you fan the flames. I shall monitor developments and advise accordingly.
\nBertie: Collapsing into the armchair, mopping his brow. You\u2019re a lifeline, Jeeves. An absolute lifeline. I\u2019ll do as you say\u2014no winking, no tweeting, just pure, unadulterated virtue. Pour me a stiff brandy, will you? This sex pest business has me shakier than a leaf in a gale.
\nJeeves: Very good, sir. He glides to the decanter, pouring a precise measure. If I may, sir, your willingness to adapt speaks to your fundamental decency. With vigilance and my guidance, we shall restore your standing and ensure you remain a gentleman of unimpeachable repute.
\nBertie: Sipping gratefully. To repute, Jeeves, and to never trending on X again! Now, draft that message to Poppy and get cracking on that X post. I\u2019m counting on you to pull me out of this bally inferno!
\nJeeves: Bowing slightly. Consider it done, sir. He retreats to compose the messages, leaving Bertie to nurse his brandy and vow eternal caution in the treacherous waters of 2025 social mores.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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