In the wake of the Kavanaugh hearings, there are many bubbles, regarding many issues, rising to the surface.

The fact is, the Good Old (boys) Party, or GOP, and their gameplay with the rules have been exposed, and they were almost comical to watch. They seemed to feel as entitled as the man they were interviewing during the Judicial Committee hearings. As Graham and his cronies on the right side spewed their wisdom, I could hear the theme song to “Dukes of Hazzard” in my head. And then there was Ted on Cruz control.

Senator Grassley reminded me of someone whose children are trying to decide if it’s time to “take the keys away from Dad”. And the way he reconfigured the process was harder to follow than the games my 4 year old  Granddaughter makes up.

But I want to talk about the accusations directed at Brett Kavanaugh. The “Me Too” movement could not have happened at a worse time for him and many other men.

When I think back to the world when I was young, things were not that different than the world he described in his testimony. There were High School and College parties all the time. The kids that drank went to most, if not all of them…and everybody knew who they were. They were the ones that didn’t know when to stop.

In my opinion, Brett was the guy that was at every party and was falling down drunk or passed out at the end of the night. He also reminds me of a guy who was insecure of his manhood. That 5’6” guy living in a 6’ world that would come out when the “spirits” moved him.

So, do I believe he tried to force himself on Christine Ford? Absolutely, without a doubt. This has been a “right of passage” for young men forever. When I hear the term “pull a train”, I remember that it determined reputations. From that experience a person could emerge as a MAN, an observer, or a victim. The MAN told everybody, the observers told everybody, and the victim was silent and was now considered easy.

I was never present when one of these trains passed by, but while watching Dr. Ford recount her experience, something occurred to me. She wasn’t raped, but it rewrote her life…now, more than ever.

When I was in High School, many weekend nights were spent at the drive-in movie during the summer. People rarely watched the movie in its entirety. They were moving from car to car and visiting, watching part of the movie or making out.

One night (can’t remember the year) I was at the drive-in. Couldn’t tell you who I went with or even what the movie was. What I DO remember is that a guy from Fulda, whose name I remember but won’t write, was there in a car with two of his friends. He was a couple of years older, really cute and I had a crush on him.

When he asked me to sit in the car with him, I was thrilled. It didn’t take long before he was all over me trying to make out. I can remember the color of the interior (burgundy) and the smell (cigarettes, beer and English Leather cologne) the heads of the two guys in the front seat and their eyes in the rearview mirror. Most of all I remember thinking that I was with a sexual octopus and I needed to get away.

Right at that moment, a friend of my older brother was knocking on the car window. He told me to get out of the car, which I did as fast as I could. I remember thinking that I was glad he came before the windows were completely steamed up. From there, I couldn’t tell you what I did after that, or even how I got home. Just for the record, I hadn’t been drinking.

The point I’m trying to make is that when something like this happens, you do have sharp images of reality tattooed in your brain,  while others are blurry or gone. And when Trump makes a joke of this, it show how ignorant he is. He can’t remember what he said the day before!

I wrote in an earlier blog post, that I didn’t have a “Me Too” story…but I guess I do. And, I am willing to wager that as women recall encounters in their lives, they will be saying, “By golly, ME too!”.  It just always seemed that we were not to be surprised by this “rite of passage” and if you weren’t actually raped, it should be expected behavior.  The responsibility of how far the “passage” went, fell on the shoulders of the female.

Well, times have changed. The horizon of accountability is getting broader. When the good old boys wouldn’t even ask their own questions, I wondered how many were realizing that the “Me Too” movement would be staring them in the eyes, and could soon say to them…and YOU Too.