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Going Beyond Feet of Clay

I was talking with my husband about the idea for this article, trying to figure out what exactly it was that I was feeling.

You see, there are some people who I admire. I think they’ve done good work and they continue to do good work. Some of them I consider mentors because we’ve been able to grow closer over the years.

I am not some twenty-something with stars in my eyes when it comes to public figures. I’m almost officially an old-fart. So I am well aware that everyone has feet of clay. I won’t suddenly be disillusioned when I find out that one of my favorite bloggers — gasp — doesn’t like some of the same things I do! (Not sure how audible that last eye roll was.)

However, there’s a fear that I have, that I believe other people share, in particular, other women, that sooner or later, one of those people who I admire are going to turn out to be a sexual predator, or abusive, or something along those lines. There’s probably a word for it in German, but I’m not aware of one in English.

Or, as I was finally able to express to my husband, that one of these people wouldn’t necessarily have feet of clay, but feet of shit.

I remember years ago when I learned that the leader of the school of yoga I followed had used his position of power to have extra-marital affairs with young…