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I am so confused.

I know Larry Craig is even more confused than I am. But I'm still confused.

I'd like to know when it became a crime to make a move on someone.

See, allegedly this senator from Idaho was arrested for soliciting sex from an undercover cop in a bathroom at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport.

First, who's to say this sex was supposed to take place in the bathroom. There was so much foot tapping and hand signaling apparently going on, maybe he was suggesting some sort of more private place to play. Second, no one actually had any sort of sex at all. He didn't grope anyone. He didn't even touch anyone at all from what I gather. Third, no one ever said anything about this being a prostitution sting, so no money was to change hands. It wasn't as though he were soliciting a prostitute for sex.

So what is the crime? If it were a crime to hit on someone, 99 percent of people in bars would get hauled off to the slammer. Beware, people. Flirting may be a felony. Where are cops when construction workers make lewd comments and hoot and whistle at a woman walking down the street? Come to think about it, I had a cop make a suggestive comment or two about a windy day and what was beneath my skirt when I was covering the police beat for the paper. No one reprimanded him. His cohorts probably high-fived him and placed bets about the color of my underwear.

Of course, this isn't about macho, hetero, chest-beating caveman behavior. This is about behavior that scares the cavemen, isn't it.

Minnesota...according to lectlaw.com, this is the state that as recently as 10 years ago had a law on the books that specified it was illegal for a man to have sexual intercourse with a live fish. If that's even anatomically possible. (Note: it does not appear to be illegal for a woman. For what that's worth.)

I think Minnesotans ought to worry more about saving themselves from collapsing bridges and massive flooding, and less about private behaviors between consenting adults.

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