This past week I’ve read about the #metoo campaign. It’s depressing reading. Today I found out that one of our most famous singers is in fact a rapist and also a person who takes advantage of his position to silence his victims. I don’t know who it is, and that’s really unsettling. It might be one of my favorites. The victim said (anonymously) that every time a friend sings along to one of his songs or even just plays it, she gets a flashback to that night and she can’t say anything about it.
What I really wanted to mention was the fact that my mom, sister and I have never (or at least almost never) been targeted. My mom has lived a relatively fun and varied life. She’s travelled a bit, worked in different professions and had lots of friends. Back in those days people were clearly better brought up. Or she’s been lucky and met only decent people.
My sister and I didn’t grow up in such a time. Girls we went to school with were probably targeted like these women that I’ve read about in the media over this past week. But not my sister and I. And – it may not come as much of a surprise to my readers – we’ve lived very sheltered lives. Most of the time we just sat at home and read our beloved books. We’re simply not very outgoing.
After reading all this depressing stuff, it hit me. Does it really have to be this way? Do you have to stay inside the safety of your own home to be respected as a human being?