This is so true. Men largely leave women to discover the truth of other men for themselves, by way of Donald or Billy; or rationalized dismissal; or apathy; or fear.
I’m reminded of a sketch by a certain male comic: the absurdity of the risk of a woman getting into her date’s car; the statistical likelihood of her demise by getting into that car…
…that same comic has subsequently been accused of sexual misconduct. Apparently his behavior is an “open secret” among comics.
I don’t even know anymore. We live an absurdity.