I’m afraid to turn on the news.
Who will be the next, alleged, sexual predator to be outed.
Yes, that wasn’t a typo…alleged….innocent till proven guilty. It’s still America after all. At least it was, last time I looked.
I have visions of every male celebrity pacing like pumas trying to recap their past conduct.
Well there was that fat girl’s ass I grabbed in preschool.
Yes, I’m making light of it. But you have to understand I make fun of everything. It’s how I’ve survived all these years.
I have great empathy for the victims courageously coming out of their cocoons of shame, another thing I know all about. But I also have empathy for their abusers.
Kevin Spacey for example, someone I’ve idolized, has fallen so far, his life, never mind his career, will never be the same.
I remember writing to him, years ago, when he appeared on Broadway, writing back, graciously thanking me. I still have the note somewhere.
As individuals, our appetites run deep, and most of us, thankfully, have learned to control them. Sadly, that hasn’t been the case here.
But, I want to remind the world, we’re all flawed. Some of us more than others, including our heroes. That’s certainly not an excuse, but a reasonable explanation.