Yes the mating dance is awkward: men have to self humiliate and do the approaching and risk rejection. Women are supposed to reject to see if he'll debase himself through persistent interest, or he was just trolling for an easy bedding. And in that testing game, some overplay their hands -- or some are socially awkward, or just assholes abusing their positions. Few women (or men for that matter) have existed that haven't had the awkward interests of someone that couldn't take a hint, foisted upon them. Or that might have mistook sincere rejection with the game.
(And I realize the game crosses genders, but we're talking generalities for sake of brevity).
Also remember the basics -- that in any population there's a bell curve. In this one it varies from the highly justified, to the highly exaggerated or invented. (With most somewhere in between). So "no", as Duke Rape Case proved, believing all victims (or the media) is not a sign of compassion, it's a sign of gullibility.
The purpose of the political in getting good people to say "#metoo". It is to prey on their good intentions, of saying "I stand with the bullied, abused, or just downright made uncomfortable" (as we all should).... that way, it looks like everyone is the victim of a patriarchy (ignore the bell curve, the demons are everywhere). It's the next stage of the faux campus rape culture, or more faux cops shooting blacks for sport. Stop thinking, just follow the victims of the hour. Feel, don't think!
Why? Because that exaggeration of the problem, gives the SJW's a new tool of scorn.
Once we see the pandemic problem of fictious patriarchy run rampant, it not only excuses and dilutes the abuses of Hollywood and Democrats like Bill Clinton, the entire Kennedy clan, and so on (they're just victims of their own urges, like everyone else), but it demands the need of what? The heroes: the Social Justice Warriors to bully in the name of stopping bullying.
The power to point at anyone they don't like, and put them in the metaphorical stocks and paint a scarlet V on their heads for the mob to lob tomatoes at. Public humiliation, or even firing at will. Bring the Salem witch trials into the modern social media era: that's what caring about your fellow man (or woman) looks like to them.
In other words, the goal is to lose all perspective -- and give a nearly unlimited power of the mob, to the few in the media or celebrities, to draw attention to injustices (imaged or real). What a great society that is.
So yes. People in a complex society have to deal with unwanted advances. And yes, some of them go well past the slightly awkward to downright abusive of power. That's wrong!But we already have rules/laws/policies against that -- and we should enforce them whole heartedly.
There's no courage in a bunch of sheep, coming out when it's popular and safety in the mob, and either piling on the finger pointing at one person -- or trying to dilute the message by saying, "It happened to me too, by someone else, in totally different situation, 20 years ago, with no one who can confirm or contest it". That's not heroism -- it's me-tooism.
You want heroism, it's the woman that risks her job calling out a problem abuser when the rest of the flock isn't bleating. It's the ones who risked their jobs or reputations first. Not the last person to join the crowd with pitchforks and torches.
I want my daughters and sons to come out when no one else is. And to flip the bird at the flock all fighting over who is the biggest victim, or who is the biggest sympathizer, stampeding towards the latest trend. To not fall prey to political hashtags of me-tooism. To silently do the right thing when nobody is watching, instead of trying to be part of the the Human Microphone, and joining the latest fad-hate-mob is gathering rocks for the public stoning.
So while I have complete sympathy for the victims, and contempt for the abusers, you won't get a me-too outta me.
MeToo : 12 items
He lunged for me. It was like a bad cartoon. He’s chasing me around the desk, trying to get his hands on me. And I kept saying, “You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to do this. I have little children at home. Please don’t do this.” And trying to talk calmly. And at the same time, what was flickering through my brain is, “If he gets hold of me, I’m going to punch him right in the face.” After several rounds, I jumped for the door and got out. And I went back to my office and I just sat and shook. And thought, “What had I done to bring this on?” And I told my best friend about it. Never said a word to anyone else. But for a long time, I wore a lot of brown.
So which is it? Was she lying before by choosing to show up to his memorial and tell light hearted story about the guy, or was she lying by telling the harrowing tale of how she was traumatized into silence by a superior (and yet there was no consequences)? They seem pretty mutually exclusive to me.