Marshall Faulk, Ike Taylor, and Heath Evans accused of sexual harrassment

[Hammock Parties]

Also McNabb and Sapp.

Breaking news from @soshnick below. The NFL Network confirms to @SInow that Marshall Faulk, Ike Taylor, and Heath Evans have been suspended from their duties at the NFL Network. pic.twitter.com/UE6pzvekeW

— Richard Deitsch (@richarddeitsch) December 12, 2017

[Lzen]

Originally Posted by Rain Man

Why, yes. Yes, I can. It's a very handy tool for plotting revenge.

Oh, crap. I was just kidding, Rainman.

[Chiefnj2]

Interesting interview with Sapp.

Even if you assume everything Sapp says is true, the NFL Network will still have a tough time defending itself. It's the classic "really relaxed" workplace where employees talk and joke about personal matters which is no longer acceptable. You have someone who might have gone along with it, or at least didn't object to it, but they saved the information to use at a later point in time.

It'll be interesting to see if and how the other accused explain their part of the allegations.

[wazu]

Interesting part of what Sapp said is he pulled in the make-up ladies as being able to corroborate his story.

[DaneMcCloud]

Originally Posted by TLO

Here we see Dane McCloud, presumably sober and in good spirits.

The day I start caring about what your stupid ass thinks is the day the world comes to an end.

[vailpass]

Originally Posted by wazu

Audio of Sapp defending himself. He does a pretty convincing job, and it’s classic Warren: http://static1.squarespace.com/stati...pExclusive.mp3

At some point there has to be a balance realized between actual sexual harassment/abuse where a person is harmed and situations where consensual human interactions occur in the normal course of events and nobody is harmed.

[BigBeauford]

Originally Posted by Iowanian

It's inappropriate. If a male coworker of my wife's gave her something like that I'd probably take a hammer to their cranium.


What I'm trying to figure out is if this all happened at once and she came forward, or if alot if it was "OK" for a long time until something else happened and she wanted to get paid.

It's just strange to me that so many men in one place are doing this to her. Was she a flirt? Did she shut it down and it kept happening? Maybe I'm just normal but I can't see going from 0 to dick pics in 1 text string. It doesn't seem normal or believable that Sapp just randomly gives her a vibe without banter or history that would make him think that was ok?

Maybe these celebs have just been so used to women throwing pussy at them since they were in HS that they don't have a normal reality for what is ok and not ok?

I would guess this was a dream job for her. She probably put up with a lot, for fear that speaking out might cost her the job. Once she didnt have all of that to lose, she let loose.

[Lzen]

Originally Posted by DaneMcCloud

Read this and tell us it's funny:

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/...weinstein.html

HARVEY WEINSTEIN WAS a passionate cinephile, a risk taker, a patron of talent in film, a loving father and a monster.

For years, he was my monster.

This fall, I was approached by reporters, through different sources, including my dear friend Ashley Judd, to speak about an episode in my life that, although painful, I thought I had made peace with. I had brainwashed myself into thinking that it was over and that I had survived; I hid from the responsibility to speak out with the excuse that enough people were already involved in shining a light on my monster. I didn’t consider my voice important, nor did I think it would make a difference. In reality, I was trying to save myself the challenge of explaining several things to my loved ones: Why, when I had casually mentioned that I had been bullied like many others by Harvey, I had excluded a couple of details. And why, for so many years, we have been cordial to a man who hurt me so deeply. I had been proud of my capacity for forgiveness, but the mere fact that I was ashamed to describe the details of what I had forgiven made me wonder if that chapter of my life had really been resolved.

When so many women came forward to describe what Harvey had done to them, I had to confront my cowardice and humbly accept that my story, as important as it was to me, was nothing but a drop in an ocean of sorrow and confusion. I felt that by now nobody would care about my pain — maybe this was an effect of the many times I was told, especially by Harvey, that I was nobody. We are finally becoming conscious of a vice that has been socially accepted and has insulted and humiliated millions of girls like me, for in every woman there is a girl. I am inspired by those who had the courage to speak out, especially in a society that elected a president who has been accused of sexual harassment and assault by more than a dozen women and whom we have all heard make a statement about how a man in power can do anything he wants to women.

Well, not anymore.

In the 14 years that I stumbled from schoolgirl to Mexican soap star to an extra in a few American films to catching a couple of lucky breaks in “Desperado” and “Fools Rush In,” Harvey Weinstein had become the wizard of a new wave of cinema that took original content into the mainstream. At the same time, it was unimaginable for a Mexican actress to aspire to a place in Hollywood. And even though I had proven them wrong, I was still a nobody. One of the forces that gave me the determination to pursue my career was the story of Frida Kahlo, who in the golden age of the Mexican muralists would do small intimate paintings that everybody looked down on. She had the courage to express herself while disregarding skepticism. My greatest ambition was to tell her story. It became my mission to portray the life of this extraordinary artist and to show my native Mexico in a way that combated stereotypes.

The Weinstein empire, which was then Miramax, had become synonymous with quality, sophistication and risk taking — a haven for artists who were complex and defiant. It was everything that Frida was to me and everything I aspired to be. I had started a journey to produce the film with a different company, but I fought to get it back to take it to Harvey. I knew him a little bit through my relationship with the director Robert Rodriguez and the producer Elizabeth Avellan, who was then his wife, with whom I had done several films and who had taken me under their wing. All I knew of Harvey at the time was that he had a remarkable intellect, he was a loyal friend and a family man. Knowing what I know now, I wonder if it wasn’t my friendship with them — and Quentin Tarantino and George Clooney — that saved me from being raped.

The deal we made initially was that Harvey would pay for the rights of work I had already developed. As an actress, I would be paid the minimum Screen Actors Guild scale plus 10 percent. As a producer, I would receive a credit that would not yet be defined, but no payment, which was not that rare for a female producer in the ’90s. He also demanded a signed deal for me to do several other films with Miramax, which I thought would cement my status as a leading lady. I did not care about the money; I was so excited to work with him and that company. In my naïveté, I thought my dream had come true. He had validated the last 14 years of my life. He had taken a chance on me — a nobody. He had said yes.

Little did I know it would become my turn to say no.

No to opening the door to him at all hours of the night, hotel after hotel, location after location, where he would show up unexpectedly, including one location where I was doing a movie he wasn’t even involved with.

No to me taking a shower with him.

No to letting him watch me take a shower.

No to letting him give me a massage.

No to letting a naked friend of his give me a massage.

No to letting him give me oral sex.

No to my getting naked with another woman.

No, no, no, no, no …

And with every refusal came Harvey’s Machiavellian rage.

I don’t think he hated anything more than the word “no.” The absurdity of his demands went from getting a furious call in the middle of the night asking me to fire my agent for a fight he was having with him about a different movie with a different client to physically dragging me out of the opening gala of the Venice Film Festival, which was in honor of “Frida,” so I could hang out at his private party with him and some women I thought were models but I was told later were high-priced prostitutes. The range of his persuasion tactics went from sweet-talking me to that one time when, in an attack of fury, he said the terrifying words, “I will kill you, don’t think I can’t.” When he was finally convinced that I was not going to earn the movie the way he had expected, he told me he had offered my role and my script with my years of research to another actress. In his eyes, I was not an artist. I wasn’t even a person. I was a thing: not a nobody, but a body.

At that point, I had to resort to using lawyers, not by pursuing a sexual harassment case, but by claiming “bad faith,” as I had worked so hard on a movie that he was not intending to make or sell back to me. I tried to get it out of his company. He claimed that my name as an actress was not big enough and that I was incompetent as a producer, but to clear himself legally, as I understood it, he gave me a list of impossible tasks with a tight deadline:

1. Get a rewrite of the script, with no additional payment.

2. Raise $10 million to finance the film.

3. Attach an A-list director.

4. Cast four of the smaller roles with prominent actors.

Much to everyone’s amazement, not least my own, I delivered, thanks to a phalanx of angels who came to my rescue, including Edward Norton, who beautifully rewrote the script several times and appallingly never got credit, and my friend Margaret Perenchio, a first-time producer, who put up the money. The brilliant Julie Taymor agreed to direct, and from then on she became my rock. For the other roles, I recruited my friends Antonio Banderas, Edward Norton and my dear Ashley Judd. To this day, I don’t know how I convinced Geoffrey Rush, whom I barely knew at the time.

Now Harvey Weinstein was not only rejected but also about to do a movie he did not want to do.

Ironically, once we started filming, the sexual harassment stopped but the rage escalated. We paid the price for standing up to him nearly every day of shooting. Once, in an interview he said Julie and I were the biggest ball busters he had ever encountered, which we took as a compliment. Halfway through shooting, Harvey turned up on set and complained about Frida’s “unibrow.” He insisted that I eliminate the limp and berated my performance. Then he asked everyone in the room to step out except for me. He told me that the only thing I had going for me was my sex appeal and that there was none of that in this movie. So he told me he was going to shut down the film because no one would want to see me in that role.

It was soul crushing because, I confess, lost in the fog of a sort of Stockholm syndrome, I wanted him to see me as an artist: not only as a capable actress but also as somebody who could identify a compelling story and had the vision to tell it in an original way. I was hoping he would acknowledge me as a producer, who on top of delivering his list of demands shepherded the script and obtained the permits to use the paintings. I had negotiated with the Mexican government, and with whomever I had to, to get locations that had never been given to anyone in the past — including Frida Kahlo’s houses and the murals of Kahlo’s husband, Diego Rivera, among others.

But all of this seemed to have no value. The only thing he noticed was that I was not sexy in the movie. He made me doubt if I was any good as an actress, but he never succeeded in making me think that the film was not worth making. He offered me one option to continue. He would let me finish the film if I agreed to do a sex scene with another woman. And he demanded full-frontal nudity. He had been constantly asking for more skin, for more sex. Once before, Julie Taymor got him to settle for a tango ending in a kiss instead of the lovemaking scene he wanted us to shoot between the character Tina Modotti, played by Ashley Judd, and Frida. But this time, it was clear to me he would never let me finish this movie without him having his fantasy one way or another. There was no room for negotiation. I had to say yes. By now so many years of my life had gone into this film. We were about five weeks into shooting, and I had convinced so many talented people to participate. How could I let their magnificent work go to waste? I had asked for so many favors, I felt an immense pressure to deliver and a deep sense of gratitude for all those who did believe in me and followed me into this madness. So I agreed to do the senseless scene.

I arrived on the set the day we were to shoot the scene that I believed would save the movie. And for the first and last time in my career, I had a nervous breakdown: My body began to shake uncontrollably, my breath was short and I began to cry and cry, unable to stop, as if I were throwing up tears. Since those around me had no knowledge of my history of Harvey, they were very surprised by my struggle that morning. It was not because I would be naked with another woman. It was because I would be naked with her for Harvey Weinstein. But I could not tell them then. My mind understood that I had to do it, but my body wouldn’t stop crying and convulsing. At that point, I started throwing up while a set frozen still waited to shoot. I had to take a tranquilizer, which eventually stopped the crying but made the vomiting worse. As you can imagine, this was not sexy, but it was the only way I could get through the scene.

By the time the filming of the movie was over, I was so emotionally distraught that I had to distance myself during the postproduction. When Harvey saw the cut film, he said it was not good enough for a theatrical release and that he would send it straight to video. This time Julie had to fight him without me and got him to agree to release the film in one movie theater in New York if we tested it to an audience and we scored at least an 80. Less than 10 percent of films achieve that score on a first screening. I didn’t go to the test. I anxiously awaited to receive the news. The film scored 85. And again, I heard Harvey raged. In the lobby of a theater after the screening, he screamed at Julie. He balled up one of the scorecards and threw it at her. It bounced off her nose. Her partner, the film’s composer Elliot Goldenthal, stepped in, and Harvey physically threatened him.

Once he calmed down, I found the strength to call Harvey to ask him also to open the movie in a theater in Los Angeles, which made a total of two theaters. And without much ado, he gave me that. I have to say sometimes he was kind, fun and witty — and that was part of the problem: You just never knew which Harvey you were going to get. Months later, in October 2002, this film, about my hero and inspiration — this Mexican artist who never truly got acknowledged in her time with her limp and her unibrow, this film that Harvey never wanted to do, gave him a box office success that no one could have predicted, and despite his lack of support, added six Academy Award nominations to his collection, including best actress. Even though “Frida” eventually won him two Oscars, I still didn’t see any joy. He never offered me a starring role in a movie again. The films that I was obliged to do under my original deal with Miramax were all minor supporting roles.

Years later, when I ran into him at an event, he pulled me aside and told me he had stopped smoking and he had had a heart attack. He said he’d fallen in love and married Georgina Chapman, and that he was a changed man. Finally, he said to me: “You did well with ‘Frida’; we did a beautiful movie.” I believed him. Harvey would never know how much those words meant to me. He also would never know how much he hurt me. I never showed Harvey how terrified I was of him. When I saw him socially, I’d smile and try to remember the good things about him, telling myself that I went to war and I won. But why do so many of us, as female artists, have to go to war to tell our stories when we have so much to offer? Why do we have to fight tooth and nail to maintain our dignity? I think it is because we, as women, have been devalued artistically to an indecent state, to the point where the film industry stopped making an effort to find out what female audiences wanted to see and what stories we wanted to tell.

According to a recent study, between 2007 and 2016, only 4 percent of directors were female and 80 percent of those got the chance to make only one film. In 2016, another study found, only 27 percent of words spoken in the biggest movies were spoken by women. And people wonder why you didn’t hear our voices sooner. I think the statistics are self-explanatory — our voices are not welcome. Until there is equality in our industry, with men and women having the same value in every aspect of it, our community will continue to be a fertile ground for predators.

I am grateful for everyone who is listening to our experiences. I hope that adding my voice to the chorus of those who are finally speaking out will shed light on why it is so difficult, and why so many of us have waited so long. Men sexually harassed because they could. Women are talking today because, in this new era, we finally can.

When I started reading that I couldn't help but think typical NYT BS when she mentioned the part about Trump being accused of sexual harassment. She conveniently left out the part where it seems suspicious to a lot of folks when something like that happens right before an election. Also, there is that pesky little thing about his opponent's husband having been accused of the very same thing while Hill used brutal tactics to cover it up. And before anyone tries to attack me as some Trump fan, just know that I refused to vote for either of those crappy candidates.

Now that being said, her story of her history with Weinstein is horrible. He's a monster. And I agree that people like this need to be outed and removed from positions of power. I can't even relate to how a victim deals with this kind of stuff over a long period of time like she did. Believe me when I say that it is not my intent to blame the victim, but it is a shame that she didn't come forward sooner. I'm sure many more women were victims of that POS after her. I hope that these stories will influence future victims to come forward much sooner.

[Rausch]

Originally Posted by Lzen

When I started reading that I couldn't help but think typical NYT BS when she mentioned the part about Trump being accused of sexual harassment.

It's not uncommon for a woman to funnel that frustration and rage from a person who deserves it but (they don't think) can be hurt to someone they feel they can.

And Judd is clearly crazy but I at least have empathy now and know why.

If even 25% of what Harvey's accused of is true the best thing he could do would be to eat a bullet and give these women some closure...

[DaneMcCloud]

http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment...s-exposed.html

NFL Network exec deletes Twitter account after exchanges with porn stars, escorts exposed

An NFL Network exec has deleted his Twitter account after multiple exchanges between him and adult film stars were revealed. Deadspin reported Vice President and Executive Editor for NFL Media, David Eaton, went into a frenzy Wednesday attempting to delete "years worth" of tweets he had sent to porn stars and escorts. Eaton shut down the account one day after Mashall Faulk, Ike Taylor and Heath Evans were suspended by NFL Network for being named in a sexual harassment lawsuit brought by a former wardrobe stylist.

Screenshots obtained by Deadspin show Eaton tweeted multiple times with porn star Zoey Holloway. "Love getting on Twitter to see a tweet that I am over the hill," Holloway tweeted in June 2013, to which Eaton replied, "Always better to be 'over' than 'under' when it comes to hills." Eaton reportedly also engaged in conversation with an escort in 2015 about one of her clients and tweeted with two additional escorts in 2013. In April 2015, he discussed literature with a Twitter handle whose icon is a photo of a topless woman.

Former NFL Network employees told Deadspin that Eaton's Twitter escapades were "an ongoing subject of discussion" at the company. A rep for NFL Network did not return Fox News' request for comment. Eaton joined NFL Network in 2011. He previously worked for ABC News for 11 years, serving as bureau chief in Los Angeles and Atlanta.

[DaneMcCloud]

Originally Posted by Lzen

Now that being said, her story of her history with Weinstein is horrible. He's a monster. And I agree that people like this need to be outed and removed from positions of power. I can't even relate to how a victim deals with this kind of stuff over a long period of time like she did.

Believe me when I say that it is not my intent to blame the victim, but it is a shame that she didn't come forward sooner. I'm sure many more women were victims of that POS after her. I hope that these stories will influence future victims to come forward much sooner.

Wow, you just missed the entire point of her essay.

It took years for her to come to the realization that she was being manipulated and abused by Weinstein, which all came to a head when she had to perform a nude scene that wasn't intended to be a part of the film. It was done on Weinstein's insistence. She's scarred by it, still.

If she had come forward sooner, Weinstein would have ruined her career. That's how much power Weinstein held.

[Rausch]

Originally Posted by Chiefnj2

Interesting interview with Sapp.

Even if you assume everything Sapp says is true, the NFL Network will still have a tough time defending itself. It's the classic "really relaxed" workplace where employees talk and joke about personal matters which is no longer acceptable.

Is that level of PC really what we want?...

[vailpass]

Originally Posted by DaneMcCloud

http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment...s-exposed.html

NFL Network exec deletes Twitter account after exchanges with porn stars, escorts exposed

An NFL Network exec has deleted his Twitter account after multiple exchanges between him and adult film stars were revealed. Deadspin reported Vice President and Executive Editor for NFL Media, David Eaton, went into a frenzy Wednesday attempting to delete "years worth" of tweets he had sent to porn stars and escorts. Eaton shut down the account one day after Mashall Faulk, Ike Taylor and Heath Evans were suspended by NFL Network for being named in a sexual harassment lawsuit brought by a former wardrobe stylist.

Screenshots obtained by Deadspin show Eaton tweeted multiple times with porn star Zoey Holloway. "Love getting on Twitter to see a tweet that I am over the hill," Holloway tweeted in June 2013, to which Eaton replied, "Always better to be 'over' than 'under' when it comes to hills." Eaton reportedly also engaged in conversation with an escort in 2015 about one of her clients and tweeted with two additional escorts in 2013. In April 2015, he discussed literature with a Twitter handle whose icon is a photo of a topless woman.

Former NFL Network employees told Deadspin that Eaton's Twitter escapades were "an ongoing subject of discussion" at the company. A rep for NFL Network did not return Fox News' request for comment. Eaton joined NFL Network in 2011. He previously worked for ABC News for 11 years, serving as bureau chief in Los Angeles and Atlanta.

What did he do wrong?

[loochy]

Originally Posted by DaneMcCloud

http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment...s-exposed.html

NFL Network exec deletes Twitter account after exchanges with porn stars, escorts exposed

An NFL Network exec has deleted his Twitter account after multiple exchanges between him and adult film stars were revealed. Deadspin reported Vice President and Executive Editor for NFL Media, David Eaton, went into a frenzy Wednesday attempting to delete "years worth" of tweets he had sent to porn stars and escorts. Eaton shut down the account one day after Mashall Faulk, Ike Taylor and Heath Evans were suspended by NFL Network for being named in a sexual harassment lawsuit brought by a former wardrobe stylist.

Screenshots obtained by Deadspin show Eaton tweeted multiple times with porn star Zoey Holloway. "Love getting on Twitter to see a tweet that I am over the hill," Holloway tweeted in June 2013, to which Eaton replied, "Always better to be 'over' than 'under' when it comes to hills." Eaton reportedly also engaged in conversation with an escort in 2015 about one of her clients and tweeted with two additional escorts in 2013. In April 2015, he discussed literature with a Twitter handle whose icon is a photo of a topless woman.

Former NFL Network employees told Deadspin that Eaton's Twitter escapades were "an ongoing subject of discussion" at the company. A rep for NFL Network did not return Fox News' request for comment. Eaton joined NFL Network in 2011. He previously worked for ABC News for 11 years, serving as bureau chief in Los Angeles and Atlanta.

MY GOD THAT MAN IS A MONSTER
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[Rausch]

Originally Posted by vailpass

What did he do wrong?

It doesn't matter - women must always be believed.

[Rausch]

Originally Posted by vailpass

What did he do wrong?

NOW you get it...