I suppose it's some kind of felonious activity to smack a woman on the ass these days, but there has to be some exceptions. Like Beyonce's ginormous cans waving with sparkles in your face. Even the lowest form of mammalian life is going to be intrigued by that big shiny bauble. I can't blame a Danish guy for taking a whack. Yes, it's true, that there's a girl just six thousand miles locked away pregnant with Beyonce's next child, but I feel like the fetus was never in danger.