A silence that begins at home
#MeToo has me thinking how, even as a sex-positive feminist, I have been complicit in planting and nurturing little Harvey Weinsteins in my own backyard.
I have always thought of myself as a relatively decent person. I don’t litter. I don’t kick puppies. I believe in trying to minimise global warming and that people should be politically educated and live their best lives generally. I give hugs to strangers (if they consent) and I call my mother every Saturday. The more my life and activist career have grown, the more I have considered myself one of those who “did the right thing”, at least, most of the time.
However, #MeToo has me thinking how, even as a sex-positive feminist, I have been complicit in planting and nurturing little Harvey Weinsteins in my own backyard.
Several memories have recently resurfaced while reading about the shame, silence and mass complicity involved in the whole nightmare. Once my outrage had died down, I got to thinking about how many perpetrators I have nurtured in the dark spaces created by my own active ignorance simply because I “kept it moving”.
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