Today, at my gym, while halfway through my work out, I saw Louis CK.
Actual, factual Louis CK, grabbing his stuff and heading to the locker room.
No, I thought. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made another woman uncomfortable.
A few minutes later I saw him again as he was leaving.
I had to stop and explain to my trainer -- a fiftysomething man -- that I was crying because I had just seen a celebrity who forced women to watch him jerk off.
Needless to say the next 30 minutes of my workout were garbage.
And this gym -- which I have been going to for seven years, which routinely holds fundraisers for DV shelters -- is supposed to be my safe space.
*Those* are the consequences of just letting abusers off scott free. You make the world less safe for survivors. And you shrink their world while the abuser's world remains unchanged.
1) The gym is an extremely vulnerable place for me. Working out puts my body on display. I have had men creep on me and stare at me while I'm working out and it fucks me up.
3) Am I afraid that Louis CK is going to corner me in the gym and whip his dick out? No.