The Unexceptional Jeffrey Epstein

The gap between Epstein and ‘normal’ men who see women’s bodies as their reward isn’t nearly as wide as we like to think

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I recently wrote a novel about the impact of childhood sexual abuse. Earlier this week, an interviewer asked me why I don’t call it a novel about “pedophilia.” He also asked why I don’t like to call myself a “victim.” I’ve considered those questions a lot since the Jeffrey Epstein story broke (again) last week.

I keep wanting to call him Jeffrey Dahmer, don’t you? But although this latest monster’s behavior is indeed monstrous, it is not simply the foul act of an individual pedophile (a specific sort of creep we have long considered unspeakably vile) or even a disease of the plutocracy (another easily dismissed evil — how many of us are plutocrats?) What Epstein did, for years, was, by definition, normal — happening everywhere, all the time, in one form or another. Unremarkable. Tolerated.

That is why I have never felt comfortable calling myself a victim — the molestation, groping, humiliation, and friendly rape that I have experienced were not isolated incidents and have never felt like individual crimes to me, for that reason. They are just versions of what every woman experiences — this was the whole point of #MeToo, remember? I’m not…