And so we have two more women coming forward to say that Bill Cosby sexually assaulted them. That brings the total to 60 so far. As I remember Patton Oswalt saying, if 40 or 50 women came publicly forward about this, that means the actual number of women Cosby might have assaulted is like hundreds. Some will, as far as I reckon, never come forward for a whole bunch of reasons that is their own business.
I really liked Bill Cosby. I look at him now and I just see a horrible broken awful person. I try to separate out the art from the man but it was too naive for me to even try. It’s all ruined for me.
I know it sounds so selfish of me to bemoan that my childhood hero is “gone,” when so many of his alleged victims suffered so much more. Perhaps it was silly for us to hold these celebrities up as such “heroes” to begin with.
But isn’t that the human impulse? To seek out heroes? This primal need to find somebody to “worship?” Isn’t it also the human impulse to put up these filters, these rose-colored glasses, and ultimately see only what we want to see?
How many people actively covered up for Bill Cosby, and how many simply kept those glasses on in order to preserve the version of reality that made them feel the most comfortable?
We are in such strange times, my friend. In the “old days,” people like Cosby and Roger Ailes and so many others could get away with their actions with complete impunity. It was the realm they lived in. That was why they were so bold about it. All these masses of pretty women: they were expendable. These women were interchangeable. And these men, and their society, felt that they were “entitled” to these women; an attitude spawned millennia ago and growing more and more painfully outdated as humanity’s evolution continued to speed up.
And so you’d have these decades-long, gory stories of sexual harassment, rape, and so on—meticulously covered-up. If you check out the Coen Brothers movie Hail Caesar, they go into such “clean-up” men; within the seemingly irony-free context of “the good old days.” Hail Caesar is basically a “love letter” to the “clean-up men” who maintain the rose-colored glasses of the status quo—an analysis that I would have to go into another day.
The point is, some sort of powerful Kali-like energy has seemed to take hold of this current era and is kicking down the doors, overturning the mattresses, and etc. Not just in terms of the mistreatment of women, but breaking up long-standing child abuse rings, uncovering mass corruption, and so on. Its scope is unprecedented in the history of humanity as far as I know. And I have no doubt it is going to continue, that we’ve only seen the preamble to the “big stuff.”
As such, to some people we are currently living in a time of “chaos,” and these people are frightened and angry and are lashing out.
Nobody likes having their reality-tunnel threatened. I mean, it is literally their entire world.
And so if you have somebody come in on his white horse in the middle of all this and say: “I’m going to return you to the good old days, when women knew their place and Bill Cosby was the king of Thursday nights,” I would imagine that it’s a pretty damn appealing proposal to a lot of people. Because the “good old days” is the only world they know, or care to know.