At a social event the evening before a conference we were both presenting at was my first encounter with an author I consider innapropriate. I held out my hand and said, ‘Hi, Im xxx’. He paused. Looked me up and down. Whispered in my ear ‘I know who you are’. Winked. And pat me on the bum as he walked off.
I know who you are.
I had heard the numerous stories about him but was still taken aback. And I’m embarrassed to admit that in a strange way I felt simultaneously belittled, but also almost flattered to be joining the list. Weird. Is this why so many of my peers also laugh off his actions I wonder? To this day I’m not really sure how I feel about it. But I’ve never forgotten.