The column reminds me of a co-worker, his eyes damaged in the workplace in Toronto when corrosive liquid hit them.

And a man I met in Toronto, his hand crushed and bleeding and fingers dangling from tendons, from an industrial machinery accident half an hour earlier.

And when I was a student, a high school teacher who held up his bleeding, mis-shapen fingers that had just been pressed in a piece of woodworking equipment.

And police hovering around the construction man who fell off the roof, to his death, from an apartment just over from my sister's apartment.

And the body I saw of the dead highway worker, his body smashed by a delivery truck.

Off the top of my head I can think of dozens of incidents like that from my life, of men maimed and killed in industrial workplaces, where men are the victims 90 percent of the time.

And yet, in this newspaper, opinion columns about men like those are less than five percent the frequency of Weinstein-harassment-type columns.

Fascinating...