Just as I had Jeffrey Tambors in my life, I had Alia Shawkats, too. Their voices, like Shawkat’s, were often drowned out by the Batemans, the Hales, the Tambors who did nothing but undermine their concerns. In a room full of testosterone, there hardly seemed to be any room to speak.
When you’re complicit in allowing toxicity to continue, you’re just as bad as the person shrugging their shoulders and saying, “Welp guess another line got blurred!”
Take notes, ladies.
Am I allowed to voice that it makes me uncomfortable without being mocked?
I still have to try so fucking hard to say “no” as loudly as I can, because it’s new to me.
I am writing this piece for the many brave women who put their careers on the line by outing Weinstein. I am writing this piece for the women across the country and the MANY women in my own community who have been subject to the same façade.
Every time I share my story, I feel lighter. Its almost as if it has less power over me as the listener walks away, carrying with them some of my words.
The fact of the matter is this: every woman has a Harvey Weinstein in their lives. Most of us just don’t like to talk about it.
It’s even creepier when you see what they actually said to her.