Bryan Singer might get $10 million for directing Red Sonja, and oh god I'm so tired
Today is the one-year anniversary of the New York Times story that shook the mountain that started the avalanche referred to as #MeToo, and I am very tired. Tired of scraping and re-scraping the barrel of personal pain, and tired of not being listened to. Tired, as Alexandra Petri put it in The Washington Post last week, of watching sexual-assault survivors throw themselves in front of the fast-moving train of some man to whom much is given and of whom little is asked, some man who’s been raised to believe that his whims are worth more than another person’s well-being. Tired of knowing that the train is going to keep going, no matter how many of us get crushed underneath it.