A kiss is just a kiss: Are we going to see another man’s professional life derailed over no big deal?

Spain recently won the Women’s World Cup (soccer). It was such a joyful event that during the medal ceremony Luis Rubiales, Spain’s soccer federation president, planted a celebratory kiss on the sweaty lips of player Jenni Hermoso. As a result, feckless FIFA (essentially soccer’s ill-reputed international governing body) have suspended him for 90 days.

Unsurprisingly, that’s not enough for the fervid feminists, who want him dismissed for his “sexual aggression.” Rubiales mother is clearly subjective on the matter; nevertheless, she may be right about the criticism of her son being a “bloodthirsty witch hunt.” Luis himself remains defiant, referring to the criticism as “false feminism.”

At first, Hermoso seemed sensitive to the sentiments in the sentimental song featured in the movie Casablanca: “As Time Goes By” (A kiss is just a kiss). She said, "It was the emotion of the moment… There's nothing else there. It's no big deal."

Are we going to see another man’s professional life derailed over no big deal? Over exaggerated incriminations of sexual aggression?

If Rubiales had lascivious intentions, he might invade the space of another comely player, number 2 or 6, perhaps? In fact, his affection was asexual. Perhaps not prudishly prudent, but, overcome with emotion, it was just a spontaneous, exuberant gesture.

Hermoso also intimated that the “kiss was just a kiss,” saying, “It was a mutual, totally spontaneous gesture because of the huge joy of winning a World Cup." After changing her statement several times, she eventually settled on this formulation, “I felt vulnerable and the victim of aggression. “

She probably does -- now -- after the Spanish feminist inquisition interrogated her. Let’s be gracious and suggest that, at a minimum, her story has “evolved.”

There’s another very famous celebratory kiss the false feminists are not amused with: V-J Day, Aug. 14, 1945, in Times Square. Sailor George Mendonsa, thrilled he wouldn’t have to return to the Pacific, reclined Greta Zimmer Friedman and planted a huge smacker on her lips.

The iconic picture is emblazoned in America’s cultural consciousness, almost as evocative as the Flag Raising at Iwo Jima.

Like the Rubiales-Hermoso soccer kiss, it was celebratory, not romantic. Though Greta did not give her consent, George chose to smooch with her partly because she was nearby, and partly because her attire reminded him of the nurses who cared so compassionately for our troops and sailors. In fact, she was a dental assistant who said, “It wasn’t my choice to be kissed.” Oh well, at least she didn’t ruminate in feminist furor.

One day someone is going to have to say:

“Kiss my *ss”

Men can go too far and I am no exception but mature adults know how to deal with this in ways other than those happening in this matter.

The world is increasingly intoxicated and immature with all kinds of things including legalized marijuana.

So we are here in the Twilight Zone.

If someone other than my husband kissed me on my lips, they would be eating through a straw.

If I didn’t knock his teeth out, my husband would.

Sorry, what he did is not acceptable. He had NO right to grab her head and kiss her like that. He courteously shook other players’ hands. He knew what was acceptable and crossed the line.

No big deal? You cross the line at work, expect it to affect your career.

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