Just when you think its safe to stow the umbrella and bare your ankles, it starts raining “dirty old men” from coast to coast.
From California to the New York island, this land is caught in a torrential downpour of lechers, misogynists and straight-out-of-the-sixties male chauvinists. A groping governor fathering a secret “love child” with his housekeeper and, the head of the International Monetary Fund arrested for the sexual assault of a chambermaid are just the latest wave in a long season of high-profile men leching it up.
It’s a climate that leaves spouses and children strewn across headlines, and some women wondering when feminism died, or if it had ever been born.
Had the perpetrator of my feminist angst really gone the way of cliches and padded shoulders, or had the “male chauvinist” been here all along?