Many believed that since she’d been a lawyer at the EEOC, she had been uniquely qualified to have handled such harassment.But then something that no one could have predicted happened.It was a pre-Twitter, pre-internet, highly analog version of #Me Too.To the surprise of millions of men, the nation turned out to be full of women—of all political stripes and socioeconomic backgrounds—who’d had to put up with Hell at work.Some of his appetites, at least, had waned; his wandering, “Norwegian Wood” speech about his wife struck the nostalgic notes of a husband’s 50th-anniversary toast, and the crowd—for the most part—indulged it in that spirit. With a pencil neck and a sagging jacket he clambered gamely onto the stage after Hillary’s acceptance speech and played happily with the red balloons that fell from the ceiling.
Rather, he was rescued by a surprising force: machine feminism.
Hillary’s grandmotherhood was evoked to suggest the next phase in her lifelong work on behalf of women and children—in this case forging a bond with the millions of American grandmothers who are doing the hard work of raising the next generation, while their own adult children muddle through life.
But Bill’s being a grandfather was intended to send a different message: Don’t worry about him anymore; he’s old now. Yet let us not forget the sex crimes of which the younger, stronger Bill Clinton was very credibly accused in the 1990s.
The most remarkable thing about the current tide of sexual assault and harassment accusations is not their number.
If every woman in America started talking about the things that happen during the course of an ordinary female life, it would never end.