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    Community, Head, and Life: BREAKING NEWS
 LOUIS' APOLOGY
 Nov. 10 | Louis C.K. admits to sexual
 misconduct allegations; offers sincere
 public apology.
Here is C.K.’s statement in full: I want to address the stories told to the New York Times by five women named Abby, Rebecca, Dana, Julia who felt able to name themselves and one who did not. These stories are true. At the time, I said to myself that what I did was okay because I never showed a woman my dick without asking first, which is also true. But what I learned later in life, too late, is that when you have power over another person, asking them to look at your dick isn’t a question. It’s a predicament for them. The power I had over these women is that they admired me. And I wielded that power irresponsibly. I have been remorseful of my actions. And I’ve tried to learn from them. And run from them. Now I’m aware of the extent of the impact of my actions. I learned yesterday the extent to which I left these women who admired me feeling badly about themselves and cautious around other men who would never have put them in that position. I also took advantage of the fact that I was widely admired in my and their community, which disabled them from sharing their story and brought hardship to them when they tried because people who look up to me didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t think that I was doing any of that because my position allowed me not to think about it. There is nothing about this that I forgive myself for. And I have to reconcile it with who I am. Which is nothing compared to the task I left them with. I wish I had reacted to their admiration of me by being a good example to them as a man and given them some guidance as a comedian, including because I admired their work. The hardest regret to live with is what you’ve done to hurt someone else. And I can hardly wrap my head around the scope of hurt I brought on them. I’d be remiss to exclude the hurt that I’ve brought on people who I work with and have worked with who’s professional and personal lives have been impacted by all of this, including projects currently in production: the cast and crew of Better Things, Baskets, The Cops, One Mississippi, and I Love You Daddy. I deeply regret that this has brought negative attention to my manager Dave Becky who only tried to mediate a situatio
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Community, Head, and Life: BREAKING NEWS
 LOUIS' APOLOGY
 Nov. 10 | Louis C.K. admits to sexual
 misconduct allegations; offers sincere
 public apology.
Here is C.K.’s statement in full: I want to address the stories told to the New York Times by five women named Abby, Rebecca, Dana, Julia who felt able to name themselves and one who did not. These stories are true. At the time, I said to myself that what I did was okay because I never showed a woman my dick without asking first, which is also true. But what I learned later in life, too late, is that when you have power over another person, asking them to look at your dick isn’t a question. It’s a predicament for them. The power I had over these women is that they admired me. And I wielded that power irresponsibly. I have been remorseful of my actions. And I’ve tried to learn from them. And run from them. Now I’m aware of the extent of the impact of my actions. I learned yesterday the extent to which I left these women who admired me feeling badly about themselves and cautious around other men who would never have put them in that position. I also took advantage of the fact that I was widely admired in my and their community, which disabled them from sharing their story and brought hardship to them when they tried because people who look up to me didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t think that I was doing any of that because my position allowed me not to think about it. There is nothing about this that I forgive myself for. And I have to reconcile it with who I am. Which is nothing compared to the task I left them with. I wish I had reacted to their admiration of me by being a good example to them as a man and given them some guidance as a comedian, including because I admired their work. The hardest regret to live with is what you’ve done to hurt someone else. And I can hardly wrap my head around the scope of hurt I brought on them. I’d be remiss to exclude the hurt that I’ve brought on people who I work with and have worked with who’s professional and personal lives have been impacted by all of this, including projects currently in production: the cast and crew of Better Things, Baskets, The Cops, One Mississippi, and I Love You Daddy. I deeply regret that this has brought negative attention to my manager Dave Becky who only tried to mediate a situatio
                
            

            
            
Here is C.K.’s statement in full: I want to address the stories told to the New York Times by five women named Abby, Rebecca, Dana, Julia wh...

            
            
        

    



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            




    Animals, Ass, and Bad: I miss my sister! 3 years ago today I lost my second half, my beautiful Sister and my best friend. You couldn't find someone with a more beautiful smile that could light up the world, and the funniest laughter would make everyone around her laugh right along with her. I was her very own hero, always praising me, and there isn't a second that passes by that I can't feel her presence. Oleanny Ferran was an angel, lover of animals and the beach. We use to sit at night watching the waves splash against the sand and make up stories of our future: where would we be, who would we marry or date, children, nephews, and remember all the good and bad things we endured together. It’s like a piece of you is cut off and you keep searching for it. God knows my sister saved my ass more than I can count when I was a kid and got in trouble, knowing full well I would get a beating if our parents found out. We used to finish each other’s sentences, had the same thoughts and interrupted each other with the same ideas. We both fought for each other, even overly protective. We were each other's confidant. It's hard at times, when I am surrounded by challenges, and am not able to have her by my side to talk about them. I would give anything to see her one more time, but I know that every day she looks over me from heaven. God, I miss her so much. Tank
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Animals, Ass, and Bad: I miss my sister! 3 years ago today I lost my second half, my beautiful Sister and my best friend. You couldn't find someone with a more beautiful smile that could light up the world, and the funniest laughter would make everyone around her laugh right along with her. I was her very own hero, always praising me, and there isn't a second that passes by that I can't feel her presence. Oleanny Ferran was an angel, lover of animals and the beach. We use to sit at night watching the waves splash against the sand and make up stories of our future: where would we be, who would we marry or date, children, nephews, and remember all the good and bad things we endured together. It’s like a piece of you is cut off and you keep searching for it. God knows my sister saved my ass more than I can count when I was a kid and got in trouble, knowing full well I would get a beating if our parents found out. We used to finish each other’s sentences, had the same thoughts and interrupted each other with the same ideas. We both fought for each other, even overly protective. We were each other's confidant. It's hard at times, when I am surrounded by challenges, and am not able to have her by my side to talk about them. I would give anything to see her one more time, but I know that every day she looks over me from heaven. God, I miss her so much. Tank
                
            

            
            
I miss my sister! 3 years ago today I lost my second half, my beautiful Sister and my best friend. You couldn't find someone with a more bea...