OVER THE PAST SEVERAL MONTHS, OUR WORLD HAS BEGUN TO CONSIDER THE IDEA THAT THERE IS NO SINISTER GENE.
We have been confronted with the reality that bad men often masquerade as good men, that even the most powerful can fall prey to assault, and that we have failed deeply, for generations, to protect some of our most vulnerable citizens. We understand now that abusers are all around us. Over the past several weeks, revelations about some of the restaurant industry’s most beloved, successful personas have forced us to face an even more terrifying reality: These bad men are not just all around us. They are us.
I knew that already. So did millions of my fellow abuse and assault survivors. Millions. And yet, somehow, we are shocked. If one in every five women in America will experience sexual assault in her lifetime, how do we reconcile our astonishment?