#MeToo? #WhatAboutUs?
Everywhere you look, men who expressed half-hearted remorse a few months ago for the way they behaved with women have decided to brazen it out instead. And why not? If being a liar and an unsuccessful rapist doesn't keep you off the Supreme Court of the United States, how can it be a career ender for any privileged white man? Some of the most privileged are back in the spotlight, sharing stories about the abuse they have manfully endured.
For what it's worth, Louis CK acknowledged masturbating in front of repulsed women, which has caused him no end of grief. Now he has to go to Europe and Israel to find welcoming audiences -- those women are so much more relaxed and sophisticated than American harpies. There were some protesters in Tel Aviv, but they may have been responding to his comparing New York unfavorably with Auschwitz. Too soon? I wonder how they took his slaves-in-a-field joke.
Placido Domingo, on the other hand, is bewildered by it all. Apparently eight singers and a dancer all misinterpreted his "gallant gestures" as a demand for sex in return for engagements with the opera companies he ran. Language problem. Cultural crossed wires. He too has fled to friendlier European venues like Salzburg, where he will continue screwing up baritone roles with his tenor timbre through 2021. Where's the movement protesting that atrocity?
Unlike the others, Roman Polanski has actually been convicted of rape in California, and now fresh allegations have led to a large demonstration in Paris last Friday and the postponement of his new film J'Accuse. More than forty years after the conviction, the French film directors guild has decided it's time to throw him out. Of course, if the new film is as good as Chinatown....
Poor Prince Andrew is no longer welcome as a patron of the Royal Philharmonic or the English National Ballet. He also will not attend the NATO reception at Buckingham Palace on Monday, so no chummy reunion with his fellow "Friend of Jeffrey" Donald Trump. Virginia Giuffre is telling her side of the relationship the prince can't remember, and this little bum-burner should keep us warm all winter. Andrew has absented himself from all his duties, whatever they are, but lest you fear he's been sent to Coventry, he was spotted riding at Windsor with the queen. First step on the long road to rehabilitation? Or an opportunity for HM to tear a strip off him? Peter Morgan takes copious notes for season eight of The Crown.
And in the regular-folks world, the so-called MeToo backlash is giving men the excuse they need to avoid hiring or mentoring women without looking like troglodytes from the Eisenhower era. In this damp, drizzly November of the soul, it sometimes seems there's no way to win.
For what it's worth, Louis CK acknowledged masturbating in front of repulsed women, which has caused him no end of grief. Now he has to go to Europe and Israel to find welcoming audiences -- those women are so much more relaxed and sophisticated than American harpies. There were some protesters in Tel Aviv, but they may have been responding to his comparing New York unfavorably with Auschwitz. Too soon? I wonder how they took his slaves-in-a-field joke.
Placido Domingo, on the other hand, is bewildered by it all. Apparently eight singers and a dancer all misinterpreted his "gallant gestures" as a demand for sex in return for engagements with the opera companies he ran. Language problem. Cultural crossed wires. He too has fled to friendlier European venues like Salzburg, where he will continue screwing up baritone roles with his tenor timbre through 2021. Where's the movement protesting that atrocity?
Unlike the others, Roman Polanski has actually been convicted of rape in California, and now fresh allegations have led to a large demonstration in Paris last Friday and the postponement of his new film J'Accuse. More than forty years after the conviction, the French film directors guild has decided it's time to throw him out. Of course, if the new film is as good as Chinatown....
Poor Prince Andrew is no longer welcome as a patron of the Royal Philharmonic or the English National Ballet. He also will not attend the NATO reception at Buckingham Palace on Monday, so no chummy reunion with his fellow "Friend of Jeffrey" Donald Trump. Virginia Giuffre is telling her side of the relationship the prince can't remember, and this little bum-burner should keep us warm all winter. Andrew has absented himself from all his duties, whatever they are, but lest you fear he's been sent to Coventry, he was spotted riding at Windsor with the queen. First step on the long road to rehabilitation? Or an opportunity for HM to tear a strip off him? Peter Morgan takes copious notes for season eight of The Crown.
And in the regular-folks world, the so-called MeToo backlash is giving men the excuse they need to avoid hiring or mentoring women without looking like troglodytes from the Eisenhower era. In this damp, drizzly November of the soul, it sometimes seems there's no way to win.
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