Somebody should do a literary analysis of the mea culpas of Al Franken, Charlie Rose, Leon Wieseltier, Louis CK etc. I truly believe I am pursuing shared feelings here.

A friend says: It is a remarkable set. If it were a scene in a movie, I would suspect that the uniformity of this—the getting accused and immediately confessing and apologizing—was all staged by power players (all at retirement age anyway)… who, for some reason, wanted to ensure the final victory of the matriarchy. I mean, it’s like a Lifetime movie. It’s penitence for secular materialists. You just have to apologize for doing it and for the party line to be forgiven.