Many of my music business colleagues are saying #METOO. I don’t know how I missed that boat. But now that I think about it, maybe I didn’t. It made me think a few things about myself.
- Was I not hot enough in the 80’s, 90’s and 00’s to be a victim of inappropriate behavior in the workplace? (At a record company, the “workplace” could be a club or an arena or a restaurant, where alcohol is present)
- Was I naive, and just missed it when it was happening to those around me?
- Did it actually happen to me, and I’m so thick-skinned and jaded that I wasn’t fazed?
I am going to go with #3. I think that women like me (and by “like me,” I mean ballsy, brash, tough… you know the type) metaphorically punch and hit back. We basically don’t tolerate being abused in any form. Men mostly know this about women like me, so they think, “why bother?”
However, if I had a dime for every time I got patted on the ass, or touched creepily around the waist, or had to fend off an attempt at a kiss, I’d have at least a dollar.
Why did I think it was OK to just shrug that stuff off? Maybe because when at a show, after a couple of drinks, and everyone involved is feeling loose, and comfortable with each other, it feels almost acceptable. Almost funny, even. Looking back now, as a wiser, more experienced, less tolerant, grown-ass woman, I realize it was not at all acceptable. But I can’t disrespect the #METOO sayers; so for me, it’s more like #IDONTREALLYREMEMBER, and #HEWASADICK.