Harvey Weinstein was found guilty today on some (but not all) of the charges brought against him by the state of New York. And I find this unbelievable, not because I believed in his innocence in any measure, but because I believe in the ability – as old as history and time itself – of powerful men to hurt women without consequence. When you’re so used to rape and assault going unchecked, even a partial meting out of justice feels surreal.
I’m angry that he wasn’t found guilty on all the charges.
And at the same time, I can’t believe he was found guilty at all.
As I try to process that news I find myself writing this post, which is, as ridiculous as it may sound, about meatballs. Jesus H. Christ. Meatballs. I don’t know what to do when reality borders parody. I suppose we just lean into it.