Salma Hayek: Harvey Weinstein Is My Monster Too
Source: NYT
For years, he was my monster.
This fall, I was approached by reporters, through different sources, including my dear friend Ashley Judd, to speak about an episode in my life that, although painful, I thought I had made peace with.
I had brainwashed myself into thinking that it was over and that I had survived; I hid from the responsibility to speak out with the excuse that enough people were already involved in shining a light on my monster. I didnt consider my voice important, nor did I think it would make a difference.
In reality, I was trying to save myself the challenge of explaining several things to my loved ones: Why, when I had casually mentioned that I had been bullied like many others by Harvey, I had excluded a couple of details. And why, for so many years, we have been cordial to a man who hurt me so deeply. I had been proud of my capacity for forgiveness, but the mere fact that I was ashamed to describe the details of what I had forgiven made me wonder if that chapter of my life had really been resolved.
When so many women came forward to describe what Harvey had done to them, I had to confront my cowardice and humbly accept that my story, as important as it was to me, was nothing but a drop in an ocean of sorrow and confusion. I felt that by now nobody would care about my pain maybe this was an effect of the many times I was told, especially by Harvey, that I was nobody.
Read more: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/12/13/opinion/contributors/salma-hayek-harvey-weinstein.html
DonCoquixote
(13,616 posts)when a woman like Selma Hayek, who is a top tier a list star, gets treated like shit by Weinstein.
Blue_Tires
(55,445 posts)yurbud
(39,405 posts)I started at the bottom working as an assistant to a producer, and when one of my co-workers complained about our workload, our boss told her, "there's a thousand people out there lined up to take your place."
We were on duty 24/7. My boss couldn't understand why I couldn't answer the phone when I went to the bathroom.
She called me on a Saturday night one time to go back to the office to look for a bag under her desk that had her tampons in it, and bring it to her apartment building--but don't come up and bother her, just leave it with the doorman.
After a couple of months, I just lost it. I couldn't take it any more and called her up on Sunday to quit.
After that, I worked as a messenger for a while before getting my first college teaching job.
I like the collaborative nature of the work and it was always something new, but a lot of the people you work with there, especially execs, are 1%'ers who feel entitled to shit on anyone who doesn't indulge their every whim.