I turned on CNN to hear the shocking news about Matt Lauer being fired.
As the day went on, I read how many other members of his “forced tribe” came forward to share their stories about the untouchable Mr. Lauer. About the button locking his door under his desk. About his wife and how she knew about his affairs. About him breaking the news to his oldest son. And finally about how many somewhat famous women who worked with him — except for Anne Curry of course — loved him and were shocked.
The first time I was sexually harassed was in the hallway in 8th grade. My classmate put his arm over my shoulder and extended it to grope my right breast. Terrified, I instinctively smacked him. The hall monitor asked if everything was okay. “Yup!” We laughed. His was playful. Mine was a nervous laugh of shock and confusion. Those interactions became less and less funny as I grew older. In an office, I couldn’t smack a colleague. I had to be careful not to offend.