America is currently experiencing with Bill Cosby what I want to call a "Savile" moment. Namely, the point where historic hearsay about a well-loved man - so disturbing and unpalatable that no-one wants to believe it - has gathered voice to the point it is impossible to ignore.
Cosby, aka Dr Cliff Huxtable - that zany, warm, approachable man who brightened up a billion 1980s childhoods - is accused of using this God-like influence for highly nefarious means. Cosby's remaining fans - he appeared on stage at the weekend - and his very vocal attorney, Martin D Singer, point to the fact that the accusations are historic, and therefore somehow laughable. Because, say the fans, who wouldn't report a sexual assault instantly? So why now? For the money, of course! I've heard this neat and, to my mind, unconvincing reply a hundred times in recent years, as women have begun to wage war on historic abuses of male power.
I find it interesting that my generational elders - here and it seems Stateside too - will fall over themselves to admit how things these days "ain't wot they used to be", and how notions of sexism, shame, secrecy and deference to power have now changed for the better. But then the very same people will often refuse to see that these bygone social attitudes led to a whole lot of hidden abuse.
"Why speak up about your abuse now if not for the cash?" they parrot, while being fully aware that a young girl in the 1970s who accused any very famous man of assault would most likely be ignored, castigated for causing trouble, accused of being a temptress, or have the details taken patiently and then placed in the bin.