Harvey Weinstein's White Bathrobe Responds To The Sexual Assault Allegations

Harvey Weinstein's White Bathrobe Responds To His Hollywood Sexual Assault Scandal

I saw everything he did.

Before we get started, I want you to know that none of this was my idea. Seriously. The last thing I ever wanted was to find myself a star player in a Hollywood sexual assault scandal. 

When I was first unboxed by Harvey Weinstein's personal assistant and hung in his office closet with care, I was excited. After my original owner used me and returned me so brazenly, it could only get better from there, right?

I still have my first owner's picture emblazoned in my luxuriously plush mind's eye.


And Harvey is, after all, a powerful man.

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What more can any 100% Egyptian Cotton Robe dream of than to provide warmth and succor to a man who redefined the film industry as we know it today, forging relationships with some of Hollywood's most powerful women like Glenn Close, Judi Dench, and Meryl Streep along the way? 

I didn't know he would use me the way that he did. 

The first time he showed me off to a pretty young woman — Asia I believe was her name  I expected her to be delighted.

She wasn't.

She was dressed for work — a business meeting with Harvey, a man who could make her career — yet there were papers littering the table in front of her.

When Harvey advanced on her, I would have blushed if it were possible. The sash around his waist tugged with my embarrassment and shame: Couldn't he see that she didn't want this? He ripped me off and dropped me on the floor, but that didn't mean I couldn't see her turn her face away and grit her teeth.

I saw every single thing he did and I wanted to vanish into the floor. 

Today I heard that Angelina Jolie and Gwyneth Paltrow both came forward to share their own stories about how Harvey harassed them, too. 

They shared the details about how Harvey made advances on them and pressed them to do things they didn't want to do.

I have listened to people like Harvey laugh at Paltrow for her silly little lifestyle blog and deriding Jolie's foray into directing. But I alone know the truth: He laughs at them because they rejected him.

He laughs at them because they were successful in spite of him

I love movies. I am a fan of the work, the craft. And I am a fan of the women who make the movies possible.

Women like Mira Sorvino, Patricia Arquette, Rose McGowan, Romola Garai, Ashley Judd, Laura Madden, Ambra Battilana ... (the list goes on and on).

Promising actors. Promising producers. Directors. Aspiring female heavyweights.

I have met them all, and while Harvey greeted them at the door to his hotel room with a smile on his face as proud as he could be, I could have spontaneously combusted from the shame of being all that stood between those fine woman and Harvey's naked, demanding body.

I saw the shock on each of their faces. I saw the embarrassment. I saw the devastating realization that they had no choice.

I saw everything that he did. 

I also met several men in the business who knew exactly what Harvey was up to.

I watched Harvey shake hands with Brad Pitt while I was tucked away in the shadows of his closet. I hoped Pitt would defend the actresses, protect them and shine a light on the monstrous deeds he had done in the name of power and art. I was proud of him today when he backed up the stories shared by both Paltrow and Jolie.

But Matt Damon and Harvey? Dear friends for years.

So dear, in fact, that I was not in the least surprised to learn that Matt and Russell Crowe were being accused of doing whatever they could to keep their powerful friend and his crimes from being discovered.

How low, low, low can Hollywood's golden boys stoop to further their own careers at the expense of women?

They're fathers, too. And husbands. Someone's sons.

Just like Harvey, so many powerful men don't think twice when they use their position to make women feel small, powerless, and totally disposable. 

Sometimes I wish that I had been unboxed by someone on the housekeeping staff at a nice hotel.

Sure, I'd have been worn by a million different people. I would have seen a lot of things and I'm sure not all of them good.

But maybe I could have experienced love and respect and comfort in addition to all this manipulation, domination, and cruelty. 

At first, I thought I was lucky.

Harvey Weinstein picked me — ME! — out of all of the other robes out there in the world that he could have purchased with his endless wealth and prestige.

But it didn't take me long to figure out how I would be used. All of the awful secrets I would be expected to keep.

I take solace in the knowledge that I'm just a robe, an inanimate object, and there was truly nothing I could have done to interfere, no matter how badly I wanted to help.

What makes me so ungodly sad is knowing how many real-life human beings knew exactly what my owner was up to, and that they were so frightened of him and what he might do that they chose to remain about as useful as a crumpled white robe on the floor. 

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Rebecca Jane Stokes is a sex, humor and lifestyle writer living in Brooklyn, New York with her cat, Batman. She hosts the sex, love, and dating advice show, Becca After Dark on YourTango's Facebook Page every Tuesday and Thursday at 10:20 pm Eastern. For more of her work, check out her Tumblr.