I woke up the dogs last night. I had a #MeToo dream and was shouting “No!”
I have a feeling a lot of women are having #MeToo flashbacks and nightmares in the wake of all the HarveyWeinsteinRoyPriceJamesTobackBillO’ReillyBillCosbyRogerAilesDonaldTrump stories.
My #MeToo nightmare took me back to when I was a kid. 4 or 5? A cousin wanting me to touch him. There. I did but nothing else, scared by the change in his breathing, the avid look of low cunning power on his face. He might as well said aloud “Look at what I can make you do.” That is sexual harassment. The idea of forcing someone to do something. It’s a stain that doesn’t wash out through time. I wonder what choices, what roads not taken, were a result of that time. How it shaped me.
There is talk that the Weinstein scandal is a watershed moment. Maybe. Or maybe rather than the straw that broke the camel’s back, Harvey is the scapegoat. He and few other long term predators will be outed and punished. Would this have happened if TWC had been at the top of its game? If Amazon studios hadn’t overpaid and overpromised for talent and gotten off to a very rocky start? If James Toback wasn’t 70 years old? If Billl Cosby was still king of family friendly comedy on NBC?
I worry that rather than open doors for women, this will close them. That female employees seeking male mentors (and, given the dearth of women at the top of the career food chain it’s usually guys) will find the doors closed because even well meaning men will worry about how things look or a closed door meeting.
Maybe not. Maybe women will get justice and equality and all that good stuff. Odds anyone?