For clarity, I’m reining in my bi-polar penchant for only seeing the black or the white, (mostly black, by the way), of this bold movement to express and expose distasteful, dangerous, too often illegal behavior.  I am not a mere bystander, having been cajoled, harassed and physically and emotionally manipulated by men and women alike, in school, generally along the way, but primarily as circumstance related to my long and varied career in the business of “show”.

Sex is both power and powerful.  It has spurred nations to war, scandalously toppled governments and constructed ideological and literal walls between genders to embolden religious, cultural and corporate behavior and dogma.  It is, by far, our primary preoccupation, promising our greatest pleasure or exposing us to our deepest horror.  Sadly, the pervasive salaciousness is firmly insinuated into too many families, at schools, in churches, in the workplace, in the military, as a terrorist tactic, as “harmless” collegial folderol and too often depicted in the media as benign banter.

Then, a Weinstein happens.  I guess I can feel free to pile on and say that, although I was not in his sexual wheelhouse, I have been intimidated by his elevated presence on the pecking order and, at least once, felt threatened by his bluster.  His being the last straw in the camel analogy, only becomes a salve if it does not merely flare and burn out like outrages of Christmas past.  And, perhaps when we’ve all had our own, “Me Too”, moments, we can pull the frame back a bit and reset our focus on the much more troubling issue of kindness…or the lack thereof.  As I stand in unity and support of all who have been maligned, I stand taller for anyone who chooses kindness first.  We are living in pervasively unkind times.  That is how Harvey and Donald and Bashar and Recep and Rodrigo and Sebastian and Vlad rise to lean their vitriolic, soulless weight on humanity.  So, I choose kindness.  Can I get a “Me Too!”?