1:20 p.m.: From the shuttle, I see a man on Jackson Street grab his crotch at a passing woman and wonder for the hundredth time how it is that not one of the crying merchandisers has ever talked to me about sexual harassment. Surely it’s happening somewhere in a company this size, right? Journalists have begun reporting on Silicon Valley’s libertine culture, with the coed hot tubs and parties with paid models in attendance. By comparison, Amazon is like a meeting of the Presbyterian budgeting committee. “I had two office affairs at Expedia just because I was bored and had free time,” an Amazon friend once said, trying to explain our weirdly asexual culture. “Here I literally forget that men have parts, and they must pick up on that vibe.”