Bob Filner case shows we still have much work to do on harassment San Diego Mayor Bob Filner is about to wrap up his two-week treatment for sexually aggressive behavior. That's one day for each of the 14 women who have publicly accused Filner of accosting them or making unwanted advances. I could run down details from the accusations, but you'd probably have to shower after you make your way through the list. FOR THE RECORD: An earlier version of this article said Filner was about halfway through his treatment; it was learned late Friday that he will complete treatment Saturday. Fortunately, my colleague Robin Abcarian has done a fine job of chronicling the allegations and the fallout in her columns. The complaints range from workplace harassment (putting an employee in a headlock and suggesting she work without panties) to clumsy unsolicited sexual advances (a leering gaze, a too-tight hug, a wet kiss on the cheek) at business meetings and public functions. Maybe such behavior could be considered flirtatious by a 70-year-old man who's accustomed to getting his way. But it alarmed and embarrassed his accusers - professional women who said they expected to deal with him professionally. Filner has said he didn't harass anyone, that he is simply a "hugger" who didn't understand his actions might be seen as demeaning. Two weeks of treatment is supposed to cure and educate him. Now we need to set about educating ourselves. Complaints about Filner's alleged behavior had been circulating for years. So why didn't somebody out the man, backhand him or shout him down when he got out of line? Like many women of my generation, I had my own Filner-esque moment; I was 20, working at a park in Cleveland for the summer. My middle-aged boss picked me up for a "meeting" and took me to his empty office. He walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around my chest and began nuzzling my neck. I wriggled away, dashed into the hall and waited for him there. Then he drove me to McDonald's and we had a weirdly friendly lunch. I was creeped out and confused, but neither of us mentioned the unsettling encounter. In fact, I never mentioned it to anyone. I felt dirty, afraid, embarrassed: Were my shorts too tight? Did I say something wrong? Should I have seen that coming? So I understand the impulse that fuels a woman's silence. But the women Filner's accused of victimizing aren't naive college students. They're presumably tough and impressively accomplished - businesswomen, military officers, executives, academic deans. Yet it took years for any of them to muster the resolve to out a man who appears to be a serial groper.