After all, it’s entities like the production company that allow men to continue to do these things. They provide the cover-ups. The money. And they’ll gladly destroy anyone who speaks out against them. They can try to destroy me. I couldn’t give a fuck. Hell, they already did. They used gossip rags to convince the world that I’d had a mental breakdown. They killed off my character and blamed my mind. What they didn’t count on was that I no longer care about that career.
