I hated the MeToo movement.
It angered me that women who had waited decades to accuse Bill Cosby of rape were believed as if they were the Oracles of Delphi, and that women who had kept their mouths shut long enough to win Oscars, like Meryl Streep, were heralded for their courage.
It seemed that every week brought a new allegation of bad behavior, of neck-sniffing, of lewd looks and in only a v...