Here’s the thing: These newly woke defenders of women are as full of disingenuousness as a Pathological Liars Club global conference. While they now rush to condemn backroom sexual harassment and the corporate “rape culture,” they’ve capitalized on explicit sexual degradation to sell magazines, clothes and cosmetics. They’ve commodified and normalized pedophilia, adultery, promiscuity and prostitution. They are the culture.

When social conservatives criticized Richardson’s raunchy filth marketed as high-fashion art over the years, we were mocked or dismissed. I wrote about longstanding tales of Richardson’s lurid, sex-crazed, drug-infested shoots four years ago. I pointed to his twisted work on Miley Cyrus’s phallic-drenched “Wrecking Ball” video (which she now regrets), troubled Lindsay Lohan’s photo shoot in which he got her to point a gun at her head, and the group-sex simulation with “Glee” TV stars Lea Michele, the late Cory Monteith and Dianna Agron (which she now regrets).