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In the weeks since, it has become resoundingly clear that Weinstein is a virulent serial predator, and has earned whatever hell rains down on him. As democracy derives its consent from the governed, tyranny derives its consent from the tyrannized. I found Harvey smart, but rude and intimidating. The running joke β not a joke β among women in the independent film industry in the s was every female we knew who started working at Miramax would either gain 20 pounds or lose 20 pounds.
I was glad Harvey never offered me a job, though I interviewed a couple of times over the years. It would have been a difficult choice. I was sexually harassed and sexually assaulted by a senior executive at New Line Cinema.
At a company retreat in Snowmass, Colo. Shots, shots, shots. It was pre-meditated: The perp arranged for my room to be near his, in a far, darkened corner of the Snowmass complex. If I persist in viewing him as a human being β not a simple task β I can only imagine he did not fully grasp the terror he inflicted. I assure you, I did not consent, and between the alcohol and the power dynamic, I was in no position to do so. Or worse. I was subject to sexual harassment for a long time afterward; creepy thigh strokes if seated next to him at an out-of-office event, stolen embraces in shadowy hallways and elevators.
(mh=wqe0xVEw1ywaH1B9)12.jpg "Prostitutes in Antibes")
I was haunted by an overwhelmingly clear sense of ever-present danger β a heightened feeling of being prey, while patiently, slowly, eternally circled by something menacing.
