Weighing in late. I hate #metoo from a selfish perspective. Like, no one listened, everyone buried our (my mother, sister, me) story. From neighbors to family (as an untreated survivor, our mother couldn't deal with what was happening) to school systems, and then later my university, then the military, then just about every employer for the next 10 years. What a sad sack I was to just keep trying, keep trying to improve my life, keep moving jobs when the inevitable jerk started acting up. Once an HR rep told a co-worker and me that if we filed a formal complaint, we'd be blacklisted in our profession in the entire southeast. Being young and vulnerable, we believed him.
On the plus side, I realize that it is a very good thing that suddenly people are paying attention. On the plus side, now that I'm over 60 and am in a more protected environment, and probably carry an energy that says "don't even," I'm fairly safe. But a 30-year-old co-worker confided in me recently that she went out with one of the creeps at work because she didn't know how to keep saying no to his repeated advances. I was able to tell her that no-means-no and that our particular environment is such that she can and should tell our supervisor. She's reluctant, though.
So, the #metoo also makes me angry for the reasons others here have cited. I know that a cat-call and lewd comments at work are intimidating and scary and should not have to be endured. But I still rage that incest, and job threats, and men not being held accountable for unwanted touching and sabotage of the work environment were not heard and are even today easily ignored.
Bottom line for me is, #metoo trivializes the intensity of some people's experiences.
