Ray Moore, Al Franken, Mark Halperin....
The list is disturbingly long and seems to be growing every day.
Anthony Weiner, Harvey Weinstein, Roger Ailes...
Many of the allegations of sexual misconduct are from incidents that occurred 30 and 40 years ago and have been disputed. Some are "he said...she said" situations. Others are "he said...she said, she said, she said" episodes.
Bill Clinton, Bill O'Reilly, Bill Cosby, Donald Trump...
I suspect that all over the country, men who are 50 and older are thinking back to their younger days, trying to remember if they ever did anything that seemed like harmless fun at the time.
The question, of course is, harmless fun to whom?
My family includes a wife, three grown daughters and a granddaughter, so I have a bit of a personal perspective on all of this.
The daughters tell me about circumstances that I can't possibly relate to -- because I am a man.
They tell me that every woman alive has been sexually harassed at one time or another, some in subtle ways.
They tell me that a man has never experienced the feeling of walking into a room and being visually examined from head to toe, and often instantly evaluated on the basis of that -- but every woman has.
One of my daughters had a management position with a company in the Pacific Northwest. Her new boss, a man, held a managers meeting in which he laid down the law as to how he wanted things done. My daughter was the only woman in the room. When the boss ended his diatribe, he looked at her and said, "You're not going to cry, are you?" He didn't ask that question of anyone else in the room and, justifiably, she felt harassed. Soon after that, she found employment elsewhere.
I have seen examples of harassment -- or lack of respect for women -- in many of my travels throughout North Iowa on assignments for the Globe Gazette.
In the president's office at one company, there was a sign on the wall for all to see that said, "Sexual Harassment Graded Here." It was intended to be cute or funny, but how did the women who worked there feel about it?
In a North Iowa factory, where a long row of workers sat in front of machinery they operated every day, I noticed that at almost every work station, there were photos cut out of magazines of scantily clad women. One of the work stations, in the middle of all the others, had no such artwork. The person guiding me through the factory said, "Oh, that's where the woman works."
What seemed so casual years ago doesn't seem casual any more. And maybe, at long last, that's a lesson learned from all of the recent revelations.
One more observation, not as serious as the others, but telling, nonetheless, in its stereotype: Whenever you hear a "dumb blonde" joke, it's never about a man.