Me Too.

    I'm not sure  what I think about people being encouraged to air 20 and 30 year old grievances.  I don't know that it's actually therapeutic in any way or fair to someone who is 20 to 30 years older. Men have always been pigs and times and standards change.  I'm certainly not trying to excuse bad behavior but "he said/she said" is always doubtful at best.
    Having said that and certainly alienating some of my friends I will add this:  I had the very rare opportunity of being a bachelor for nearly 20 years of my adult life.  I wasn't a bad looking guy and I possessed one very attractive quality: Gainful employment.  I met probably more than my share of women.
    Because I was young and essentially brainless I used to think it was cute to ask young women of my acquaintance how they lost their virginity.  It didn't take, even me, very long to stop doing that because the answers I got were so often about some tragic  encounter with an older relative or some other tale of rape or near rape. Who the hell wants to be reminded of that?
    These weren't women of some isolated, promiscuous class.  They could easily be your sister or neighbor or a co-worker.  Their assailants could also, easily be your neighbor or coworker or casual acquaintance. I'm hoping they weren't relatives.
    In a perfect world,  everyone gets to experience that nervous, sweet, fumbling  of that first encounter leading to the innocent growth of shared intimacy.  Everywhere we look the world is just not perfect. That doesn't mean we should become numb or just give up.
    If it takes something like  # Me Too to begin to correct certain things then I'm all for it.  If some otherwise innocent men are traumatized unfairly it just doesn't seem like that much of a price to pay. If it makes some guy ask himself, " Me too?' then I'm definitely all for it.
    So, it seems as though, on further reflection, I AM sure of what I think.  It turns out that, further reflection, is kinda the real point.