I think you overestimate "due process". Most accused don't go to trial - they plea bargain, typically based on heavy 1-sided advantage the state has, often piling up charges to make sure a quick plea is less risky.
On the other hand, the "due process" for a female charging rape and similar is frequently a joke, or more of an indictment of her than the guy (like the Stanford swimmer who mounted a comatose girl & then got to grill her on the stand - see below - to then get 3 months in jail - remember,she's one of the "lucky" 3% whose rapes are even referred to a prosecutor, much less make it to trial. Punch line - he's seeking a retrial to get his conviction overturned - alsoe below). Or this guy from Kentucky who just killed himself - he was a bootlegger, an arsonist, a scam pretend preacher and finally a rapist of a minor. But neither he nor the girl who reported it were interviewed before the police closed the case after a year, and then when they reopened it 2-3 years later, the same thing happened, and only recently did it got brought up again. Tell me the "due process" that Donald Trump got in his dealings with accusers. I get why this myth of a lovely level playing field in American courts is soothing, much like "we're all equal" and "we have freedom of speech". It's just that I'm over 11 now, so those images with billowing flag just don't grab me as much as back then. Though until 2000 I largely believed in fair elections.

http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/stanford-rape-case-brock-turner-vict...

I thought there’s no way this is going to trial; there were witnesses, there was dirt in my body, he ran but was caught. He’s going to settle, formally apologize, and we will both move on. Instead, I was told he hired a powerful attorney, expert witnesses, private investigators who were going to try and find details about my personal life to use against me, find loopholes in my story to invalidate me and my sister, in order to show that this sexual assault was in fact a misunderstanding. That he was going to go to any length to convince the world he had simply been confused.

I was not only told that I was assaulted, I was told that because I couldn’t remember, I technically could not prove it was unwanted. And that distorted me, damaged me, almost broke me. It is the saddest type of confusion to be told I was assaulted and nearly raped, blatantly out in the open, but we don’t know if it counts as assault yet. I had to fight for an entire year to make it clear that there was something wrong with this situation.

When I was told to be prepared in case we didn’t win, I said, I can’t prepare for that. He was guilty the minute I woke up. No one can talk me out of the hurt he caused me. Worst of all, I was warned, because he now knows you don’t remember, he is going to get to write the script. He can say whatever he wants and no one can contest it. I had no power, I had no voice, I was defenseless. My memory loss would be used against me. My testimony was weak, was incomplete, and I was made to believe that perhaps, I am not enough to win this. That’s so damaging. His attorney constantly reminded the jury, the only one we can believe is Brock, because she doesn’t remember. That helplessness was traumatizing.

Instead of taking time to heal, I was taking time to recall the night in excruciating detail, in order to prepare for the attorney’s questions that would be invasive, aggressive, and designed to steer me off course, to contradict myself, my sister, phrased in ways to manipulate my answers. Instead of his attorney saying, Did you notice any abrasions? He said, You didn’t notice any abrasions, right? This was a game of strategy, as if I could be tricked out of my own worth. The sexual assault had been so clear, but instead, here I was at the trial, answering question like:

How old are you? How much do you weigh? What did you eat that day? Well what did you have for dinner? Who made dinner? Did you drink with dinner? No, not even water? When did you drink? How much did you drink? What container did you drink out of? Who gave you the drink? How much do you usually drink? Who dropped you off at this party? At what time? But where exactly? What were you wearing? Why were you going to this party? What’d you do when you got there? Are you sure you did that? But what time did you do that? What does this text mean? Who were you texting? When did you urinate? Where did you urinate? With whom did you urinate outside? Was your phone on silent when your sister called? Do you remember silencing it? Really because on page 53 I’d like to point out that you said it was set to ring. Did you drink in college? You said you were a party animal? How many times did you black out? Did you party at frats? Are you serious with your boyfriend? Are you sexually active with him? When did you start dating? Would you ever cheat? Do you have a history of cheating? What do you mean when you said you wanted to reward him? Do you remember what time you woke up? Were you wearing your cardigan? What color was your cardigan? Do you remember any more from that night? No? Okay, we’ll let Brock fill it in.

I was pummeled with narrowed, pointed questions that dissected my personal life, love life, past life, family life, inane questions, accumulating trivial details to try and find an excuse for this guy who didn’t even take the time to ask me for my name, who had me naked a handful of minutes after seeing me. After a physical assault, I was assaulted with questions designed to attack me, to say see, her facts don’t line up, she’s out of her mind, she’s practically an alcoholic, she probably wanted to hook up, he’s like an athlete right, they were both drunk, whatever, the hospital stuff she remembers is after the fact, why take it into account, Brock has a lot at stake so he’s having a really hard time right now.

And then it came time for him to testify. This is where I became revictimized. I want to remind you, the night after it happened he said he never planned to take me back to his dorm. He said he didn’t know why we were behind a dumpster. He got up to leave because he wasn’t feeling well when he was suddenly chased and attacked. Then he learned I could not remember.

So one year later, as predicted, a new dialogue emerged. Brock had a strange new story, almost sounded like a poorly written young adult novel with kissing and dancing and hand holding and lovingly tumbling onto the ground, and most importantly in this new story, there was suddenly consent. One year after the incident, he remembered, oh yeah, by the way she actually said yes, to everything, so.

He said he had asked if I wanted to dance. Apparently I said yes. He’d asked if I wanted to go to his dorm, I said yes. Then he asked if he could finger me and I said yes. Most guys don’t ask, Can I finger you? Usually there’s a natural progression of things, unfolding consensually, not a Q and A. But apparently I granted full permission. He’s in the clear.

Even in this story, there’s barely any dialogue; I only said a total of three words before he had me half naked on the ground. I have never been penetrated after three words. He didn’t claim to hear me speak one full sentence that night, so in the news when it says we “met”, I’m not sure I would go so far as to say that. Future reference, if you are confused about whether a girl can consent, see if she can speak an entire sentence....

But yes, now this jerkoff is seeking a new trial because the court did not allow enough testimony from glowing fans about his academic and athletic achievements, which have fuckall to do with raping or seriously trying to/intending to rape a comatose girl by a dumpster - which somehow was also unfair of the prosecution to mention. 

The former swimmer is now appealing his conviction and asking for a new trial. In a 172-page brief filed on Friday, Turner’s lawyers objected to the prosecutor’s description of the the assault as happening “behind the dumpster”, which mischaracterized Turner’s behavior and “implied moral depravity, callousness and culpability,” CNN reports. The brief also argued that the trial excluded character witnesses who could have testified about Turner’s academic and athletic accomplishments, according to the New York Times.

Yeah, Roman Polanski's made great movies, but he still gave a 13-year-old a quaalude and raped her in the ass.

"not who you know, it's who you blow..."

Sigh hard working Catholic girls know this one so well when in the bigger companies.. Where the schmoozers and suck-ups get all glory. The thing is, they are often just as charming to those they are crushing as they climb. Nothing like being in competition with charisma, you feel like you're trying to fight your way out of a straight jacket.

The big picture, though: big corporate employers going the way of the dinosaur? So is HR a dying field? Or will it morph into something else, like advice dealing with clients, advice dealing with robotized Amazonian giants? How to find a human to communicate with in a corporation or institution?....

Sure the game is hardly ever a pure meritocracy. But it's surely worse when women have the additional hurdle of having to endure a touchy feely boss or occasionally fuck him to keep her job or get ahead.