Being blamed for harassment
What a sump hole the Harvey Weinstein scandal has opened up – as if the Hollywood casting couch hadn’t been an ongoing cartoon ‘‘joke’’ in men’s mags from the year dot. The image of a portly, moustachioed old movie mogul preparing to pounce on a vacuous starlet was deemed to be laugh-outloud funny for decades.
They weren’t funny, these cartoons, but they were true, as humour always is on some level; a sly form of aggression, putting women in their place, describing the male-dominated world we have to negotiate while hopefully holding on to some sense of selfworth. Alongside such ‘‘humour’’ there was a legend, promoted by men like Hugh Hefner, that you were ‘‘frigid’’ if you didn’t join in the fun.
It sickens me that when I was molested at 13 I was told by that person that I ‘‘should be proud’’. I took on board, as women/girls do in these situations, that it was my fault this bewildering thing had happened. Proud? Very far from it.
I learned later, from older girls, that he was notorious. It always comes out later, too late for other women. That has to stop.
It’s good that Hefner is dead, one less flag waver for the demeaning of women. And it’s good that Harvey Weinstein is facing the consequences of his gross behaviour. You can’t help getting sick, but you can control the way you behave.
Complicated feelings surround these experiences. We make excuses for the men, and blame ourselves. We should have screamed, or fought them, or run away, or known in advance, through psychic gifts, what we were in for and not gone anywhere with them.
We feel betrayed because we thought these people actually liked us, or we thought they were harmless.
It’s confusing when the person is someone you look up, like, or depend on. You admire their track record, say, which in Weinstein’s case is impressive. What does your experience count for against his string of Oscars? Is this how insignificant you really are? Who’d believe you anyway? You don’t know that this is what they do all the time, that you’re not even unique.
For a second I winced for Weinstein when he was kicked out of the professional organisations he belonged to this past week, when British politicians talked about taking back his CBE, and the French president said he intends to strip him of his Legion D’Honneur. Weinstein earned his successes, but we’ve lately come to see that private evil is inseparable from public success, and to a large extent negates it.
Many blameless people worked on his movies, so it would be unfair to boycott them, but they will always be contaminated, which is doubly unfair to the skilled people who made them happen.
It’s been a long time coming. The justice system was traditionally stacked against us if we laid charges. Our characters could be dragged through the mud as part of a legal defence, an intolerable injustice, but women still face many hurdles holding their attackers to account.
First among them is ourselves, the shame that never quite goes away, and the uneasy relationship you have with your own body afterwards
But there was a worrying sign in the other direction earlier this month when Dominique StraussKahn, once tipped as a possible future French president, appeared on a lecture podium alongside President Emmanuel Macron and his predecessor Francois Hollande.
This is the self-styled libertine who famously sexually attacked a New York hotel maid, and settled with her out of court, before being accused of organising orgies. The French must have strong stomachs when it comes to sleaze.