Today, I found out that not only was Larry Nassar's reign of terror over the U.S. Gymnastic team evil, it was diabolically ingenious: take a medical procedure, legitimate enough that you can tell people about it and convince them you're just doing something a normal doctor would do, but obscure enough that people aren't likely to hear your excuses and think "wait a minute, that doesn't work the way you're talking about," (like, for instance, its being performed by a specialist [who is invariably female for reasons that should be all too obvious] specifically to treat severe pelvic injuries like Nassar doesn't treat, always with informed consent, and always with a chaperone to make sure there's no funny business) and twist it to your own perverted and depraved ends, and if anyone objects, you can just play the "I'm a doctor, I know what I'm doing" card and gaslight them into accepting it. And then, you can Milgram your way into getting away with sexual assault for a quarter of a century. Alarmingly ingenious.
Two things to say. First, Well played, you nonce. Second, may all the pain you visited upon these women come back to you 500-fold.
Two things to say. First, Well played, you nonce. Second, may all the pain you visited upon these women come back to you 500-fold.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.