Robert Scoble and Me
Quinn Norton
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As a family friend of the Scobles and a woman who entered the workplace at a time when men routinely slapped women on the ass, catcalled them on the sidewalk, and jumped on them at drunken parties, I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place here. For me this issue is highly . complex. I even see Donald Trump and Harvey Weinstein in a context younger people cannot share. You see, I grew up in New York City in the 1950s and 60s.

While I know my own life was changed by the older guy who forced me to blow him and swallow it when I was 13, and the ice cream man who exposed himself to me at about the same time in my life, these men didn’t ruin me. They forced me to develop a powerful shell and a deep desire to actually possess the power men seemed to have. In a way, they helped me have the guts to succeed as an entrepreneur when most women didn’t even work.

Like you and your martial arts expertise, I learned how to imitate the behavior of men in a way that has helped me in business, although God knows how it has probably hurt me personally. I’m still in the process of unpacking that, and all the recent posts of women have been a huge help. They’ve made me force myself to look at my own behavior and see it as a mask for my feelings of vulnerability. Especially my angel investing, which now I realize may have been done simply to “be like a man.” Men express power through money, then I’ll do it, too.

But I’m also someone who has been through Robert Scoble’s recent efforts to right his own ship. I was at his drunken Napa birthday party that marked the end of most of the behaviors you talk about, and I can’t help but give a deep sigh, Quinn. I’ve seen both sides of him, and I don’t want the point you make about restorative justice to be lost in the rest of the story. When someone makes a very public effort to try to turn his life around, outing him now might not be the best thing to do.

As I’ve said, I’m caught between a rock and a hard place here. I am very close to the entire Scoble family, and I hate to see this happen to them. I’m going to let this post trail off into ambiguity and ambivalence. The way I feel.