The #MeToo moment has now morphed into a moral panic that poses as much danger to women as it does to men
#Metoo, of course.
Women are not going nuts for no reason.
We’re fed up with feeling prickles down our spine as we walk alone on dimly lit streets.
Fed up with thinking, “If he feels entitled to send me that message, what might he feel entitled to do to if he knew where I lived?”
Fed up with thinking, “No, I don’t want to go to his hotel room to discuss closing the contract. I’ll have to tell him my husband’s waiting for me to call. ‘My husband? Oh, yes, he’s pathologically jealous, bless his heart, and a bit of a gun nut…’”
My husband is perfect in every way but one—he…