#Metoo is a tricky one because, for the most part, we're metooing about abuses of power, rather than men ambushing us at night in dark alleys.

Many of the crimes the movement is highlighting are outgrowths of the fact that putting humans that have both professional and sexual motives in the same playground will be, of course, messy.

There are good things about the movement. It blew the lid off abuse of power and seediness at the highest levels of society and drew attention to the screaming hypocrisy of the entertainment industry. For a group of people that are known for their holier-than-thou morality posturing, #metoo was a well deserved and sobering blow.

Men like Harvey Weinstein have spent decades using power to get what they want, and in his case, it was pretty young actresses.

But it's not like he invented the casting couch.

Louis B. Mayer, of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer fame, was known for bedding every aspiring actress that wanted what he had to give: the promise of fame.

There is an entire genre of porn based on this premise, people.

Those that feign horror and clutch their pearls at what Weinstein's accused of doing are either painfully naive or insincere. Everyone in Hollywood knew about it, including scores of women, and they did nothing. The most jarring thing about the scandal isn't the scope of the crimes uncovered, it's the screeching hypocrisy.

There is a side of #metoo that's not much talked about.

As much as men use their power to gain sexual advantages, women use their sexuality to gain advantages. There are two sides to this coin, supply and demand.

The fact that it took decades to out Weinstein could be a sign that what he was trading had a market. He's an easy guy to despise because he looks like a river corpse with leprosy and every recording that surfaces of him talking to a girl makes him look more and more pathetic. But the fact that he's a convincingly disgusting boogie man doesn't really explain one thing:

What about the women?

How many actresses have built a career by being friendly to Hollywood's own Jabba the Hutt? Is it still abuse if you've never told anyone and now you're tap dancing with Ryan Gosling at sunset for 5 million dollars a pop?

In the mainstream narrative of #metoo, women have no agency.

Things just happen to them, and men do these things. Cut and dried.

One of the most complex, culturally loaded and sensitive acts that humans engage in has been reduced to a two-bit stick figure animation where man=bad and woman=victim.

For a culture and a feminist rhetoric that is so tolerant and encouraging of sex work, you'd think that the idea that some women use sexual favours as currency would be accepted as a reality. Strip clubs and Bunny Ranches where women choose to sell sex in bulk for chump change are "Yass, Kween" territory, million dollar stratagems featuring Harvey Weinstein are abuse.

Women aren't trusted to be able to make conscious decisions about sex.

You can see this in how alcohol is treated in cases of sexual assault: Men get drunk - they're frat boys. Women get drunk - they're completely incapacitated ethereal beings with no power to make decisions.

This women's movement has more in common with the female ideal of fainting couch Victorians than with the sexual liberation movements of the 1960s. Women do have a choice, and sometimes they choose to knowingly participate in the sexual power games that men lay out. Or they invent some themselves.

Movements like #metoo can't face this fact because it would blow a huge hole in the subsequent #believewomen hashtag because it would mean that things aren't so clear-cut. It would mean that women are people first and

#believewomensometimes doesn't have as much of a ring to it.

There is much more freedom in accepting responsibility for the fact that sex is by nature ambiguous and that both partners can make mistakes, than in blaming these immutable facts on some sort of universal secret society of rape apologists.

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