I cant keep talking about sexual assault every day.
Who wants to have open and messy conversations about sex and power dynamics and the reckoning we need.
I want this conversation, but I am currently so, so tired.Theres the disingenuousness of it.
The shock, the horror, but the obviousness.
And is that the metric were judging this on?
And am I a bad feminist for disagreeing with how she worded an email?
And what other person would possibly care about my opinion on that, anyway?
And laughing it all off, except youre not really laughing anymore.
Of anonymous men telling you to get a new profession if you cant take a little hostility.
Of thinking you are stronger than these young women because you wouldnever let yourself be in That situation.
The one who asks at drinks, so whats up with Aziz Ansari, anyway?
Theres the friend who reminds you, you write about 529s, not assault or gender politics.
This isnt your fight.
Theres the constant worrying about how much your opinion really matters in this conversation.
Does #MeToo need one more voice?
Specifically, does it need your voice?
Is that a burden you really want to take on?
IsLarry Nassarworse thanMatt Lauer?
But no, like, if youhadto choose?
Can some things just remain private?
Dont you want them to?
Theres wanting to say something, but having no idea what to say.
What can we do?We can unplug for a while.
We can agree to put a moratorium on conversations about assault until were done with the next project.
We can say we really dont want to talk about that right now.
We can be kind to each other and recognize that not everyone has all of the answers.
We can admit that we are so, so tired.
