In early 2018, a graduate school classmate contacted me. Did I know that one of our former professors was up for tenure—the one who’d made a pass at me years ago? Did I remember how upset I’d been when that happened, how I’d come to her, distraught, for advice? Would I join her and others in signing a letter recommending against his being tenured? Other women had stories about him, too, my classmate said. Should such a man be rewarded with such security in his career, to then do with whatever he pleased? Well, but his family, I said. That is what men like him depend on, my classmate replied. That whatever they do, women will extend to them consideration, generosity. Which is never returned.
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