I remember being 15 and going to a party thrown by my Dad’s research assistants (i.e. young post grads). As a 15 year old I was hugely flattered to be asked by a nice-looking man ‘which university did you go to?’. The responsible adults in the room pounced on the bloke in question and ensured that he didn’t get into trouble – and neither did I.
The difference between normal people and all the cases coming out of the woodwork – as I see it – is that there weren’t enough responsible adults saying ‘no, you can’t do that’ to the media idols and letting the culture slide into tacit acceptance and blind eyes being turned so that it seemed like a perk of the job.
At 15, wondering about the adult world and nearly getting into quite a few scrapes, I was lucky that men didn’t take advantage and there were people looking out for me. Things could have turned out badly but I’m glad they didn’t. It’s better not to have your faith in humanity smashed at an early age.
Oh, and Rolf Harris and Jimmy Savile both made my skin crawl. For what it’s worth. I just didn’t watch their programmes!