I dont see how you think it's a 'romantic gesture' when a rich guy asks every girl that wants to 'join him' to enter a contest for one 'lucky' winner. I'm not offended, but it's kinda sleazy the way he is doing it.
I do agree with people giving it backlash. Let me ask you and anyone who reads this, should the first women to step foot on the moon be a person who entered a contest and got 'lucky' or a person who worked toward it and earned it
This is your, Zatguyz', projection of your own perception, on someone who has shown exactly zero evidence of what that jaded perception tries to portray.
In principle, what Maezawa is doing here is no different than posting his profile on an online dating site and saying "If we click, I want to take you to dinner and a movie." Except in his case the "dinner and a movie" is raised to epic proportions thanks to what he's achieved - that's: achieved - financially. More power to him.
[On a tangential issue, I reject out of hand this unspoken presumption, parrotted by Gohd, that space travel and the "firsts" that occur in its context, comprise some kind of quasi-religious Holy Ground - which must not be trod upon by anyone other than The Select Holy Icons of pre-approved Group-Think Dispersity And Exclusion, on behalf of The Cause. These people seem to think that every action taken in space has to be some kind of Holy Event which can only be undertaken under some irrelevant, external (read: political) entity's dogmatic strictures, so as to create An Historic Footnote for All Posteriority (typo intended.) Umm, no. If these monument-creation-obsessives want to plot and fume while the rational world passes them by, let them. ]
Similarly, the imputation of "sleazy" is entirely your own perception and ought to be embarrassing in what it reveals. To carelessly lob it at this guy Maezawa Yusaku with zero evidence in support of the proposition, is what most people refer to as: a smear.
Which brings up another thing I see, over and over again, in these overt, self-styled "PC" mentalities: The unquestioned presumption that everybody else (except the Omniscient One who's making the accusation, of course,) is too stupid to make a rational judgment, in this case on a prospective girlfriend's character and intentions. Oh, nonono. Omniscient One says: "I and only I know she's automatically going to be a gold-digger, that Maezawa is too clueless to make his own choices, and that therefore he should not be allowed even to speak of such an idea." To call this attitude "patronizing" would be redundantly obvious. And just maybe an understatement.
The related presumption - that if Maezawa finds a lady with whom there's mutual attraction and approval, that she hasn't "earned it" - is again a yardstick trotted out by bitter others, not Maezawa, which means: more incredible arrogance. How about you - and Gohd - present your own personal view of How Romantic Love Must Be Valued, and defend it in debate here?
What is the official, omniscient dollar value of romantic love, and how does it stack up against whatever activity you and Gohn condescendingly deem as worthy of the designation "earned?" As others have pointed out here, this is Maezawa's own personal cash, nobody else's, and obviously romantic love is something he values more than the cash it will take to fly two around the Moon. Which means that if he meets a lady he values highly enough to merit romantic interest, ispo facto she has indeed "earned it." To recap: For most of the rational people of Earth, adherence to dogmatic political radicalism and activism on its behalf, is a small-to-nonexistent priority. Romance, on the other hand, is a profound value for most of the semi-sane human race.
So here's the other perspective:
I'm thinking that a guy smart enough to have founded a wildly successful 'net entity is... probably smart enough to choose a good, decent person as a romantic interest. Just a wild guess. To assume he's not, is breathtaking arrogance - to say nothing of the vapid group-think out of which Chelsea Gohd constructed her apoplectic little hit-piece.
Frankly I'm stunned at the corrupt intellectual hate-grunge that's been unearthed by something which is, again, utterly innocuous and stand-up-and-cheer romantic. The cynicism of it all is borderline pathology.