I was in the back of a beat-up Honda Accord with stained carpet upholstery and a nagging smell of smoke when I first read the New York Times article that revealed sexual harassment allegations against Harvey Weinstein dating back to 1990. We were stuck in traffic and my Uber driver had just turned up the volume to some sort of generic smooth jazz radio station. Trying to distract myself from both the traffic and the elevator music, I quickly…
