Garrison Keillor

How Garrison Keillor might look while explaining that it was all a misunderstanding.

I read the New York Times article about this and looked at some of the comments.

The first one seemed kind of overwrought since the public knows almost nothing about it at this point:

I am disgusted by Mr. Keillor's flippant attitude and his attempt to belittle the allegations against him. My childhood memories of listening to APHC with my family have been forever tainted by this horrible, arrogant man. He and everyone else who is accused of misconduct has the right of self defense, but to just shrug his shoulders and proclaim this is a trivial matter is obscene, as is his mind, apparently.

Kudos to MPR for first investigating the allegations, then taking swift decisive action as they proved to have merit. "Well, that's the news from Lake Wobegon, where all the women are strong." Ironic words, eh?

 And this one I found more interesting:

When my husband and I saw The Prairie Home Companion in one of its final NYC performances with Garrison Keillor, we couldn't believe how Keillor treated one of the female performers. He stood too close to her (she back away but he stepped forward again - not a pretty dance). He kept touching her: it was really creepy! She smiled up at him as she backed away, but he kept on coming. He even said something about being mad at her because she was married and wanted to spend time with her husband. No one laughed... but I overheard others in the audience calling what we witnessed harassment. It was ugly.

The first I heard of Keillor being canned was from my mother. She was bothered by it. There would soon be no men left!

I told her it was good. Let someone else have a turn.

She told me about the times she was harassed by a D-list celebrity, first around 1950, and the second time by the same guy a couple of years later. The first time, he put his hand on her and she knocked it away. The second time, he openly looked down her shirt (she was sitting and he was freakishly tall) and she said nothing because she and several other people were in his apartment and his wife was sitting right there.

This was a guy who, being six and a half feet tall, appeared in low budget horror movies and a number of oddball roles. He died in 1979 at age 50, poor wretch. He was in two pretty good movies and a lot of crap and had been president of Independent Film Producers of America.