#MeToo at the Golden Globes
#MeToo at the Golden Globes
Attention, little people! We are on notice to be suitably impressed by the sheer courage of these ladies to don thousand-dollar dresses to virtue-signal their protest of Harassment In Hollywood.
Multiple sources confirm to PEOPLE that many major actresses — including presenters and nominees (Jessica Chastain, Meryl Streep and Emma Stone are among those nominated)— are planning to wear all-black looks as a symbol of protest against harassment in Hollywood. Sources say that this will start at the Golden Globes on Jan. 7, though it may extend throughout award season.
No word if they plan to boycott the after party circuit or Oscar swag. That might be a sacrifice too far. At the least their hearts are in the right place, eh?
Please don’t notice the absence of actual principles and convictions.
Harassment, sexual or otherwise, is neither new or unknown; people who wish to dominate others will gravitate to positions of power in order to fulfill their desires. The Hollywood casting couch is so well-known it became a cliché more than 80 years ago, so excuse me if I find this plan of public posturing hollow and self-serving. I certainly found Meryl Streep’s earlier statement unbelievable:
I didn’t know about these other offenses: I did not know about his financial settlements with actresses and colleagues; I did not know about his having meetings in his hotel room, his bathroom, or other inappropriate, coercive acts. And If everybody knew, I don’t believe that all the investigative reporters in the entertainment and the hard news media would have neglected for decades to write about it.
Harvey Weinstein’s predatory behavior was an open secret. It strains credulity beyond the breaking point that Streep, who worked with him on several projects, never saw anything nor heard a whisper in a town that lives on gossip. And to believe that insider journalists would ever do anything to endanger their connections to the industry?
Yeah. Right. Uh-huh. That’s the ticket.
It is easy to jump on a bandwagon but hard to get one rolling, that’s a given. But Hollywood is an incestuous town. Why didn’t a band of established people, people whose own fame would insulate them from retribution, people who are on each other’s speed dial, get together sooner? They had to know what the new-kids-in-acting were facing. Or does this demonstrate a much more insidious situation. Is the casting couch a kind of hazing ritual: “I went through it and succeeded – this is just the price you gotta pay.” Cynical of me to think that, but…
The current moral panic in Hollywood reminds me of Captain Renault being shocked, SHOCKED!! to find gambling going on at Rick’s Cafe.