Excerpt from DEAR HANNA by Zoje Stage Chapters 28 and 29: 1212 words Text copyright © 2024 by Zoje Stage, Published by Thomas & Mercer   Dear Hanna, Here’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently: there is a certain kind of man who was once fawned over and is now irrelevant. These are mostly older men, mostly white, and were highly accomplished in their fields—like, lots of artists, actors, film directors. Now their legacies are ruined and they’re in the Bad-Man file alongside the nonfamous lecherous old men. Once upon a time the Bad Boys could do whatever they wanted. They power tripped on their badness—and everyone’s blind acceptance—in an endless cycle of feeding their ego. Now we look at them and scoff, “Whatta piece of shit!” I’ve been thinking about this for two reasons. First, there’s something both fascinating and tragic about someone who was once revered, successful, living the high life . . . who is now a pariah. Aren’t some of those old fuckers in prison now? They’re probably all shaking their heads and screaming into their pillows, “What HAPPENED?!” Because they got away with their shit for decades—centuries? millennia?—and nobody cared. Long live the penis! And…