Staggeringly, I have some insight into this. And a lot of what people are saying above is accurate, but let me see if I can put it all together.
Source of my knowledge? I live in Los Angeles (Beverly Hills, to be precise), and I went through the typical period that everyone does upon moving here of dating a bunch of models/actresses. I have some friends who still do that for a living.
Modeling, for 99% of models, makes you no money at all. Moreover, the battering ram that it does to your self-esteem is significant. As one ex put it- she was the most beautiful thing ever to come out of her hometown, with all the privilege and nice treatment that goes with that- no one had ever been mean to her, in large part because she was so pretty (she was quite self-aware, actually- I kinda miss her). Then she got here, got signed (huge in and of itself), and went to a call… where there were 50 other girls that looked exactly like her. Advantage- Hollywood.
So you’ve got no money, few skills other than being pretty, and the world is going out of its way to demonstrate to you just how little “pretty” means- what do you do? You go to clubs, you go to parties, and you do what you can to meet someone successful, powerful, generous, etc. And, while you don’t throw yourself at them, you make yourself very available. There are clubs that exist, and parties that are thrown, if not specifically, then implicitly for this purpose. The poster who said that consent is presupposed, at least at these events, is correct.
That said, there’s a game to it. Because the poster that said that those who can do it don’t have to brag about it is equally correct. The men who date like this are not showing off their alpha-ness in a caveman sort of way- they’re showing off in an entirely different way- by demonstrating to their peers and to those of us who look at/up to them how debonair and suave they can be.
The standard of power is not whether you can grab pussy with impunity, it’s how you display what you’ve got.
The absolute best example I can give is not Clooney but Jeter. I’ve been to a few parties he attended, both here and in NY. Women get a running start to throw themselves at Jeter. He’s dated singers, models, and “regular girls” by the dozens. And no one has ever said a bad word about Jeter. Why? Because Jeter lets the pussy come to him. Why? Because he knows that it will. Not just because he’s a Yankee, but because he treats whoever he’s with, with dignity and respect and grace, for the period of time that he’s with them, limited though that may be. Now, it’s not going to last, and everyone knows that. But even when you know that, there’s no reason to be an asshole about it. Jeter doesn’t need to tell anyone that he’s Jeter. You already know, and you already know what that means.
Trump needs to tell people he’s Trump, and what he can do, because he’s desperately afraid that it doesn’t mean anything. He has the money and the power, but not the foundation to make that matter. Trump needs to grab the pussy because he’s desperately afraid that otherwise he won’t get to touch it.
Jeter is a dollar. Trump is a Somali shilling. And that’s why Trump needs to grab, and that’s why Trump needs to brag.
In the immortal words of the American philosophical collective, the Geto Boys, “real gangsta-ass **** don’t flex nuts, 'cause real gangsta-ass **** know they got 'em.”