I might point out, you waited for public rebuke and a hit to your bottom line, which makes you even less believable in the role of Remorseful Guy.
But I’m not directing this show. I’m simply watching it play out over and over, in industry after industry. We all are. And the women, of course, are neither extras nor audience members. They’re humans who have grown distressingly accustomed to navigating the Louies and Harveys and Bretts of the world to pursue their careers.
“I have spent my long and lucky career talking and saying anything I want,” C.K. wrote in closing. “I will now step back and take a long time to listen.”
I hope he does. That’s the best bit in his entire 494 words — none of which, it’s worth noting, is “sorry.”