I have never been sexually harassed. Over the past week, I have concluded, sadly, this is extremely unusual.
In the wake of the Harvey Weinstein many women have felt able to share their stories. "My life has been marked by sexual harassment - just like all women," was the sweeping assumption from Suzanne Moore in the Guardian. "My boss, the creep," "My Weinstein encounter" wrote two New Zealand columnists.
Yet, this was not my experience. Maybe being disregarded as a sexual target was simply the unexpected upside of looking like a frumpy gremlin for much of my life. A bonus for not plucking my eyebrows? Or maybe it was because I was not "woke" and simply didn't notice boundary violations?
I now realise it was neither of these things. I was just freakishly fortunate. I simply happened to work in places - newsrooms mostly - where I got yelled at but not groped.
But it pays to be careful how you express this. During the past week when I noted that I had not been sexually harassed during my career I was branded a "provocateuress" for saying so. Of course, saying it hasn't happened to me, doesn't lessen my empathy for the women who have suffered. (A sentiment which is starting to sound as dog-eared as offering "thoughts and prayers" after a shooting.)