He wondered, “have we gotten to the point now where men can’t say, ‘That’s a nice dress’ or ‘Did you do something with your hair? The potential problem is you can’t even feel safe saying, ‘Good morning’ anymore.”
Don’t know what you’re getting into in those back rooms while you’re stocking shelves, but clearly you’ve got some residual guilt to deal with in the deepest, darkest parts of your soul.
They wrote, “After all, if Garrison Keillor, the gentle-natured former host of public radio’s ‘A Prairie Home Companion,’ can be fired for accidentally (he said) placing his hand on a woman’s bare back, could they get in trouble for something similar?”
Wyard, who blunders more and more wildly with each quote (who wrote this thing?!) provides a brilliant solution to the fraught confusion of workplace etiquette. “Just treat everybody the way you’d want them to treat your sister.”
But if Wyard decided to read anything other than the Playboy sitting on top of his toilet, he’d remember that people already got pissed about this reductive perspective.
Writer Hunter Harris perhaps put it best in a piece for Vulture:
Only a sociopath needs a daughter — or a sister, a girlfriend, a wife, or even just a lady standing in front of him at Starbucks — to make him queasy enough at the thought of a sexual predator in his industry to do something about it.
The responses ranged from incredulous to downright snarky.
And while his Tweet initially led to a flurry of “The Rock” references, the raging hellfire soon quelled into a powerful political discussion.
Weinstein, who the author equates with your creepy coworker sitting two cubicles away, is now being accused of RACKETEERING. Because he hired a goddamn Third Reich of OPERATIVES, linked to one another “through corporate ties, contractual relationships, financial ties, and the continuing coordination of their activities.”
No offense. But if you want some help with etiquette, you should probably give it to her. That’s free advice, Todd. Go hug a tree.
Download it to your corporate-issued Dell PC. Learn it. Live it.
Unless it looks like this.
They came out, in a bold way, to name their abusers — sacrificing their reputations and personal comfort, and allowing themselves to become focal points for this discussion — and their stories were horrific.
So, Steve, you’re scared to hug me? Back atcha.