ON MEN
THE OUTRAGES AND ALLEGATIONS FLASH THROUGH my brain like a nasty, ludicrous slide show of twisted male power. Harvey Weinstein and his potted plant. Charlie Rose and his flapping bathrobe. Roy Moore and the cowboy-booted mall trolling he denies. Louis CK and his humid phone. Matt Lauer and his Bond-villain door bolting. Al Franken and his giddy grabs.
I’d like to scrape up some sense of triumph over the fact that
