delurking to say - oh, dear. I worked (briefly, I'm glad to say) with a man who considered the Annual Christmas Party as an excuse to touch the girls' boobs. He made that kind of 'apology', too. Oh, it was a joke, I was just kiddin', I can't see what the fuss was about but if you insist I'll say sorry, though it's only a bit of a giggle, really. Patronising git that he was. Ellison doing the same thing makes me despise a man who I read and admired a long time ago. I don't admire him now.
I expect better of an sf writer who's supposedly open to sociological and scientific changes in the future. Good grief - Doc Smith and Jules Verne were more gentlemanly than that, even if their attitudes to women were sexist and old-fashioned! Their heroes never groped.
lurking now, trying not to mutter furiously with steam coming out of my ears. That only gives one ulcers, after all.