I’ve been a little wary of comedians since one I gave a mediocre write-up to last year accused me of being a lesbian with no sense of humour.

I worry about this trend in comedy lately of stand-ups trying to be as “edgy” and close to the bone as possible. Nobody wants to own up to their discomfort for fear of looking like a bad sport.

I feel like it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. British comedian Johnny Vegas dragged a woman in her late teens up on stage last week and groped her breasts without consent, in an “act” that sounds like it went on for a good few minutes. Nobody intervened when he started pulling up her skirt, even though she tried to pull it back down again, and nobody intervened when he climbed on top of her and started kissing her. Everyone just sat and watched the whole thing unfold, until finally the opening comedian came on stage and covered them both with his coat.

The article above doesn’t mince words in its condemnation of Vegas, but other reviews of the set have expressed only mild discomfort, or praised Vegas to the skies for his genius in making his middle class audience uncomfortable. I’m basically too outraged for words.