Multitudes

While big, BIG companies like KPMG have made and continue to make mondo smart moves toward healthy gender equality, the Unindicted Co-conspirator, that Moldy Miscreant in the White House makes no secret of his disdain for women, spewing sneering jokes about the #MeToo movement.

Equality is a bloody, uphill battle and even our best and most trusted Penis AND Vagina Americans are struggling with this.

Writer Jia Tolentino writing at the New Yorker tells of being at her doctor’s office. He’s taking her blood pressure and sez:

“Weinstein is a real scumbag,” my doctor said, his hand pressing into the crook of my forearm. “But how far does this go? Someone says something out of line at the office party—you’re telling me that’s sexual assault?” 

“No,” I said. “I’m not telling you anything.” 

“Lot of people calling a lot of things sexual assault, sexual harassment,” he said. (source)

Imagine that! Your trusted doc, a man with scads of education and experience with actual human types, is taking your BP (which is now spiking) and lays this giant, clueless egg of obtusity.

We miserable humans are riddled with inconsistencies and gremlins. Clearly, this is a design flaw not unlike those built into Persian rugs. I'd like to register a complaint!

Multiple women have come forward to defend those accused of harassment and such, saying, in effect, he never made moves on me so therefore this chick here’s a liar.

Megan Garber at The Atlantic sites the familiarity fallacy:

“Les Moonves is a close friend. I’ve known him for 40 years. He is a kind, decent, and honorable man. I believe him and I believe in him.”
That was Lynda Carter, Wonder Woman herself, defending the chief executive and “programming wizard...”
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There’s saying ‘I know him,’ and then there’s assuming that the knowing itself is an exoneration,” Garber wrote. “People are complex and variable and, as a rule, containing of multitudes.” (source)

Monica Hess, a columnist at The Washington Post put the ridiculousness in strong, plain, relatable terms:

Sexual harassment seems to be one of the few misdeeds for which we accept testimonies from non-victims as evidence of innocence. Serial killers manage to not murder everyone they meet. Burglars don’t rob every house they pass. We don’t call the owners of un-robbed houses to the witness stand and ask them to add their statements to the public record: He couldn’t be a thief, your honor — he once visited my home, and yet I still have my flat-screen. (source) 

With respectable and serious people as well as the Harasser, the Grab-Em-by-the-Pussy in Chief dissing #MeToo, will the movement survive or wither? Looks like we'll push on, we will continue. Vox has a fine post about this – def worth checking out.

Humor is one solid way of hitting back, of shining a big ol' Klieg light on the offensive offenders.

Stormy Daniels leads the way! She was asked, in a Vogue interview, to dish the dirt on the Tangerine Pile 'o' Poo's boudoir performance. She replied:

“How many details can you really give about two minutes?” she says. Two minutes? I ask. “Maybe. I’m being generous.” (source)

She's a hero. Seriously.