Now that Dominique Strauss-Kahn is back in France and safe from criminal prosecution for rape, his Sofitel maid encounter has entered its "Grassy Knoll" phase in the public imagination: Complicated conspiracy theories abound, even as most accept a much simpler explanation of events. (DSK either forced himself on Nafissatou Diallo or willfully misunderstood a frozen stare of horror as an "unabashed" come-on, is the general consensus, right?)
An outfit called My Porn Production hopes to add one more title to the growing international finance porn genre by making a film about ex-IMF chief/brutal love machine Dominique Strauss-Kahn and his recent hotel sex scandal, which involved rape allegations. Sexy! Will you make a financial donation and support the arts?
The unsatisfying resolution of the Dominique Strauss-Kahn case raises tough questions of race, sex, power, and law. Indeed, this one murky encounter and its muddled aftermath could be used as a prism through which to dissect the very nature of morals in our sometimes unsettling globalized world. Or, you could just say: fuck everybody involved.
Accused rapist/flasher Dominique Strauss-Kahn, "the great seducer" who was once in charge of extorting developing countries for the International Monetary Fund, could be free to return to France as soon as today if, as expected, sexual assault charges against him are formally dismissed by a judge in New York.
The legal filing on Monday to dismiss charges of sexual assault against Dominique Strauss-Kahn contained within it one crusty footnote, illuminated by the blacklight-wielding investigators of The Smoking Gun: The $3,000-a-night Sofitel suite where the former IMF head stayed last May, and where his accuser said the alleged crime had occurred, contained within it remnants of ejaculate from anywhere from four to seven other men.