Each of these things is just like the other,
just like the other.
Bill Cosby. Roman Polanski. Woody Allen. Miles Davis. Jameis Winston.
I read this Ta-Nehisi Coates piece in The Atlantic — a writer’s mea culpa regarding the rape allegations swirling around Mr. Pudding Pop – while I was listening to Miles Davis, just minutes after our local fishwrap announced yet another postponement to the Jameis Winston sexual assault hearing. And I really wish I had not stumbled across this particular two and two.