Ronan, he of the strawberry blond hair, and pink bow lips, and the journalistic pedigree of being Woody Allen's son (maybe), states that an NBC co-worker was raped by Lauer.
Lauer offered a public and pubic statement that yes, he had this woman orally, vaginally AND anally the first time they ever met, BUT it was consensual AND they had plenty of other "trysts" afterward. He said that her personality changed only after he broke up with her, and she's how vindictive.
Well, "vindictive" is one of the key words in the #METOO movement, isn't it? It's tainted the movement. A prime example os "vindictive" Kirsten Jellybrain, or whatever her name is. She's the junior Senator from New York who pressured Al Franken into resigning...so she'd have a much clearer pathway to political stardom. It backfired for her.
Will it ever backfire for Pretty Boy Ronan?
The guy who needs a CO-WRITER? The NY Post today had an article about how his CO-WRITER is supporting him (what a surprise) in backing up what's in the book THEY wrote.
When we talk about crusading journalists, we don't generally mention somebody with virtually no experience, who got high-profile jobs only because his famous mommy greased the wheels for him.
What kind of Social Justice Warrior for the truth — couldn't even be honest about who his father is?
You might remember that the first time Pretty Boy won national celebrity, it was after Mama Mia smirked and declared that Woody Allen probably wasn't Ronan's father...and that it was more likely FRANK SINATRA.
One might forgive Mia Farrow for being slightly dramatic. She's an actress, and she's had a history of erratic behavior. Fine, she wants to claim that a man who was old and impotent at the time Ronan was conceived, is Ronan's father? And she'd like to embarrass and humiliate Sinatra's widow Barbara in the process? Surely the great Truth Seeker, Pretty Boy Ronan, is going to set the reporters straight.
No, nothing "straight" about the Pretty Boy. Rather than say, "Look, Mom is a bit high strung," or "I really hate Woody Allen so much, I'd rather keep everyone guessing..." he coyly double-talked an answer. "Listen, we're all possibly Frank Sinatra's son."
The response was neither professional nor very witty. Which might suggest he's not Woody Allen's son, as Woody Allen is a wit, and is enough of a writer to have churned out three books' worth of humor for "The New Yorker" and dozens of movie scripts. Woody's mild answer to all of this was: "I paid for child support for him for his whole childhood, and I don’t think that’s very fair if he’s not mine."
Once Pretty Boy became a "star" in the media, he dropped one fact. It wasn't that he was Sinatra's son. It was that he was gay.
What a surprise.
What would be more of a surprise is if he starts going after anyone gay who has done something wrong. You know, like Kevin Spacey. So far, Farrow's been very diligent after going after hetero Jews (Woody Allen, Harvey Weinstein, Matt Lauer) but has been remarkably silent on homosexual Gentiles. He's also not gone after James Levine. The maestro's story would make for a good cautionary full-length book on how adult males often prey on vulnerable young males who are unsure of their sexuality or find the allure of fame and fortune worth a fondle or two.
Like everything else crooked and easy to subvert and pervert, the #MeToo movement has been flawed, and there's been some kangaroo courts hopping mad at the wrong people, and pushing people out of their jobs based on the mildest charges (most certainly in the case of Al Franken, and one would question Jeffrey Tambor's crimes, etc. etc.)
Farrow (and his CO-WRITER) are getting a lot of ink for this tell-all book about NBC. Pretty Boy has become quite a personality, which only makes it easier and easier for him to get spoon-fed "leaks" and "tips" from people eager to see their ex-friends and colleagues get ruined. Real journalists break their own stories, have a "nose for news," and dig down deep even if things get dangerous and ugly. But dangerous and ugly isn't what Pretty Boy Farrow is about. He's had it easy ever since Mama Mia played her nepotism games, and it'll be an easy road for him in the future. As long as it's a road that ruins other people, he's pursing his pink lips and smiling all the way to the bank.
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