As a product of the 1970s during the sexual revolution, women’s movement, and Love Generation, my views on the current #Metoo movement are different.
I experienced what they call “sexual harassment” from a supervisor, boss, boss’s colleagues, and foreman, etc. at least seven incidents but was never left tarnished, jaded, nor vindictive. One reason why is: I never let “It” happen. Twice even having them turn up at my front door and me saying, “What are you doing here?” in a shocked voice. But I knew why they were there but pretended I didn’t so they wouldn’t get embarrassed when I would have said, “No way, go away.” I let them off easy letting them know I was not that type of gal. And wrote it off to them having a moment of weakness and maybe one too many drinks before they arrived.
I find it a little hard to believe that a decent girl at any job or job interview would allow to be abused, touched, or kissed. Did they think it was the only way they’d get the part or job or promotion? If so, that is on them. The women at NBC working their way up the ladder by servicing Matt Lauer, I find despicable along with him. And then years later having remorse for how they got the job is also despicable. All these movie stars who are coming out maybe would not be stars at all if they had refused someone’s advances. We’ll never know. And I only got fired once for refusing advances from a boss but found a better job a week later. And he was married with five children. My mantra is “when one door closes, another opens” so I wasn’t worried. It actually was the best career move I ever made, and it was made for me by a male chauvinist pig (that’s what we called them back then).
I never told their wives, their coworkers, their boss, Personnel, my boyfriend, or my parents even. I buried all the incidents and wrote it off as a moment of weakness in their personality. I never ruined a marriage or the career of these men. Hopefully, they are still married (if still alive) and are living a good retirement without guilt and their children have good memories of their father. And that they silently thanked me for turning them down. Guilt is an awful thing to live with for the rest of your life. And as my mother used to say, “it takes two to tango” usually. And this excuse of these girls being too young to know better, I don’t buy. I was nineteen when first hit on by a boss at a company picnic and knew right away it was wrong. I screeched and ran back to my picnic blanket. Never said a word about it to him or the department head.
Of course, if a girl was raped or experienced attempted rape, I have a different opinion. And if the boss is an elected official or a doctor that the public is trusting, I make an exception. They should be held to a higher standard as they take an oath of office when accepting their position.
Some of these starlets aren’t as innocent as they are coming off. One now famous actress hit on my husband at wedding while I was eight months pregnant in the 1980s. She didn’t care if he was married. So I know how she made it. She was that type of gal.