I’m not going to say I called it, but I kinda did. Back in April, I wrote about the growing ease with which a woman can take down her male boss or colleague by alleging some manner of sexual impropriety. “In the current year, it’s the men who need the chaperones,” I wrote. As canny as I like to think I am, even I couldn’t have foreseen the events of the past few months. Hollywood has become a killing field, a huge mass grave filled with the bullet-riddled careers of men felled by allegations of sexual assault or harassment. Not a day goes by that the name of yet another male actor, ...