I’m no longer shocked by stories of men who think they are owed others.
I mean, I doubt sexual abuse is shocking to any woman, although I do admit that the authority with which these men asserted this access did shock me. I was used to stories of men who bragged that they got away with it or who thought that bitch had it coming; the breeziness with which Rose and Lauer and Weinstein et. al. attacked women, well that was something.
No more.
So now I notice other things about these stories, these men: they don’t have to remember. The women, they remember, they can’t forget, but the men? They don’t recall, don’t remember, don’t remember it that way, have no recollection.
Over and over and over again: Did I do this? I don’t recall, so, no.
The assaults were too inconsequential to be remembered, too ordinary, too light. It was nothing.
This is power: to forget, to offload the memory, to deny there was ever any burden at all.
AbsurdBeats 