So TMZ said Harvey’s going to rehab.
I said no, no, no. That’s because Weinstein’s real problem isn’t with sex, or even sex addiction. If it were, perhaps a few weeks in a luxury mountaintop clinic and a twelve-step program might begin to address his myriad issues.
But, to paraphrase Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs, Weinstein only thinks he’s a sex addict. His actual pathology is a thousand times more savage—and no amount of counseling and group hugs is going to change that.
If sex had been Weinstein’s primary objective, he could have had plenty of that. Much like Joss Whedon, he could have simply used his position as a famous and powerful Hollywood producer to bed any number of willing women. This would have made him a creep, to be sure, but creeps are ten a penny in Hollywood. A lot of them even have stars on the Walk of Fame.
Weinstein, however, is different. He may play the part of the dirty old man, and on some level he may even believe it—but in reality, his behavior is more like that of a predator.
To a predator, the sex is merely incidental. It serves as a trophy for the encounter, proof that his victory was complete. The real thrill comes from exercising total power over his victims. Humiliation is a tool for that purpose—and to drive home to his victims how helpless they are to resist him.
Normal men aren’t like that.
So sure, maybe Weinstein will complete his round of rehab—and, assuming criminal charges aren’t filed against him, maybe he’ll try to mount a comeback and see if Hollywood will take him in again. If he does, I’m sure he’ll be contrite and humble and say all the things that you’d expect a changed man to say.
But it’ll be an act, and an Oscar-worthy one at that.
Predators are nothing if not consistent.