Still Creepy After All These Years

And It Still Wierds Me Out

"Hey, remember when I hadn't gone through puberty?"

You know, I thought I would be over this, given enough time. I remember when the whole scandal broke, and I thought that Woody Allen's reputation, nor his mind-scarring relationship with Soon-Yi, could possibly endure longer than a few months, maybe a year at most. Honestly, I thought it was some kind of publicity stunt.

Well, it has endured - and like photos of Dachau at the height of WWII, it's no less disturbing with the passage of time. Catching a headline from last year's news about ole' "Poppa Woody"(!) getting a $5 million settlement from American Apparel, my first thought was "Is he going to buy another Korean love child?"

That was crass, and I can't help it. It doesn't matter how much cultural evolution we have gone through in the past 20 years, how many presidents, or even how many movies Allen has made since he & Soon-Yi went public (there have been several). Whenever his name is mentioned, the first thing you think of is "Creepy Guy" not "Successful Filmmaker".

"That's not a banana in my pocket"

You have got to wonder what the scene was when Mia Farrow found out about it by literally tripping over nude photos of Soon-Yi in Woody's apartment. The shit must have hit the fan from multiple angles that day, and I don't know what Woody was using as a force field to keep from getting splattered, but he just kept on keepin' on like nothing had happened.

Both of them are in bed with Woody, but only one of them knows it.

And here we are, 18 years later - and it still make me want to hurl. Fuck, maybe I'm more of a prude than I thought I was. If there's a moral to this story, I can't find it.