This is why, when I’m walking down a street or hall and people are coming toward me, I don’t get out of the way. The only people who have bumped into me are men. Only a handful apologize. I don’t though.

I chortled at the absurdity of this scenario, but immediately sobered up because we’ve ALL done it. We have been taught since birth to apologize for our very existence, coerced by hatred and fear. Being a woman is depressing, demoralizing, and fucking exhausting. Misogyny is a hell of a drug and we are all addicts.…

The first time I felt an erection press against me was the I was 11 on a crowded bus. I knew what it was instantly but didn’t dare to say anything, I felt so ashamed and embarrassed, I wanted to die. The number of men who have since rubbed with their boners against me in public transport - too many to count. But I…

I don’t doubt a lot of these men who are being revealed as serial predators are very talented but there are a lot of very talented people — take these harassers down and make room for the talented people who can also behave decently around other people.

I am so glad these many fuckers are being called on their shitty behavior. Sadly, I also truly fear that the only thing to come of this outpour of allegation - will be outright hostility on the part of predatory men. I hope for self reflection on the part of men, but I am acutely anxious of the defensive male…

Well, first of all, if the public shaming costs them their careers, they lose their position of power from which to prey on women, which is a very good thing! Secondly, the simple fact that we’re drawing so much awareness to sexual predation right now inches us closer to all forms of justice. The reckoning has begun,…

This article in the Washington Post a few days ago was very interesting. It’s about the role of non-disclosure agreements in sexual harassment cases that keep predators like Harvey Weinstein in powerful positions. The people who accept these settlements are never let in on the fact that there are a few other people…

While your outrage is understandable, your framing is problematic - the board should care about HW’s victims NOT because the board members have wives/sisters/daughters/mother’s, but because those victims are PEOPLE. I am a person (also a wife, mother, daughter, sister, etc) but it is MY PERSONHOOD that matters, not…

None of the humans in their lives are women. Or, to put it another way, there are plenty of women and girls in the lives of these men, but they don’t see them as fellow human beings, but as decorative playthings, as set dressings, to complete their images of themselves as “family men.”

There was a huge, huge, HUGE call to boycott Terry Richardson maybe five years ago, prompted by warnings and stories from quite a few of his models. A lot of media outlets agreed that he was a predator and a monster but evidently Condé Nast was like, “We’re good.”

Ah, nepotism. That about covers it.

He only got to be where he is due to his father’s (Bob Richardson) legacy. Note: His father was also a raging piece of shit.

I HATE that it took this long for Terry to be smeared and blacklisted, BUT I will take every single one of these assaulting douchebags going down one by one in the hopes that people finally understand this should never have been ignored or blamed on the victims.

Oh, so does this mean we can finally quit pretending that Terry Richardson hasn’t been gross as hell FOREVER? Also, his shitty photography has always been just as much garbage as he is as a human being, and I will never understand his popularity.

You can find photo sets of him having weird staged sex with his models in about ten seconds using google but CONDE NASTE IS OUT FRONT, LEADING THE FIGHT AGAIN..

I’m sure the last straw was the Weinstein situation. They realized it was a bad look they were still working with him even though he’s been a known disgusting for years. So now they’re trying to cover their asses before sites are turned back onto him.

Realizing they might face some consequences. Nothing that could have happened to the women would have mattered.

Ruined his life. I mean, oy. It’s hard to feel bad for these folks, who had the kind of success most actors could only DREAM of, on a show that lasted many, many years and had high, high ratings.

I can’t read an analog clock, either, and I graduated top of my class. I stare at it and I just don’t see anything. Then the anxiety kicks in.