Sorry. I have little sympathy for those who appear on movie sets, all star-struck, and who later claim “sexual harassment.” To me, it sounds like sour grapes.
I’m not a body-builder. I’m not a male model. But I have been “sexually harassed” before, and guess what? It wasn’t so bad!
I’ve been “hit on” by gay men and straight women. Pretty moot to my eyes. If a gay dude hits on me, I set him “straight.” If a straight woman hits on me, I either indulge her fantasies (if she’s cute), or tell her I’m not interested (if she’s not). Easy enough. What’s the problem?
Little 18-year old bimbos who leave home with a one-way ticket to Hollywood should know what they are getting into. It’s fucking Darwinian. If you aren’t hot, sleep with the boss for a role. If you are, deal with the vulgar comments from your betters. That’s life in the big city.
Is it all fair? In the cosmic sense, no. But this ain’t the cosmos, it’s California. Arnold was a single, roid-raging body-builder. If he called you a “cunt” or played with your boobs, you should have notified the authorities immediately. Since you didn’t, you’re simply a shill for Gray Davis. And that, to me, is far dirtier…