Jokes about dating younger girls
In light of Sunday’s open letter from Dylan Farrow, which resurfaced allegations that her adoptive father Woody Allen sexually assaulted her at age 7, the Internet continues to dig up disturbing stories about the celebrated writer and director’s relationship with children.Farrow coming forward follows a campaign by her mother, Mia, and brother, Ronan, to shine a brighter light on the accusations against Allen in the early nineties, around the time he left Mia for another of her adoptive daughters, Soon-Yi Previn, resulting in a hideous custody battle.
He would arrive at Mia’s house at six in the morning and sit on the end of Dylan’s bed, staring at her until she woke up.I'm not above reproach; if anything, I'm below reproach.I mean, if I was caught in a love nest with 15 12-year-old girls tomorrow, people would think, yeah, I always knew that about him." Allen pauses."Nothing I could come up with would surprise anyone," he ventures helplessly. At the moment, I am re- filming some parts of my next film, which have not come out so good. Sales, 25 years later, writes that in light of the Previn scandal and Allen’s “alleged yen for underage girls, I have listened to all the Woody jokes with discomfort and outrage — because I wonder if they are also, somehow, on me."I admit to it all." Also of note is a personal essay, published in May of 1993, by the writer Nancy Jo Sales, formerly of New York and now at Vanity Fair, titled “Woody Allen, My Pen Pal,” about her running correspondence with Allen, then 42, when she was a 13-year-old girl. I prefer to think they aren’t.” But Sales also wonders if she left a mark on him: I was born during a hurricane.“I don't know how he found the time to respond to that first letter I wrote,” she recalls. Water had rushed down the halls of the hospital, and nurses had screamed.
A few weeks later I received his reply: Dear Nancy, Hard to believe you're 13! At 13 I took this to be a cosmic warning to the world of my arrival — or perhaps a warning to me of the hostile nature of the universe.
When I was 13 I couldn't dress myself, and here you write about one of life's deepest philosophical problems, i.e., existential boredom. I'm not sure if I told Woody this in any of the many letters I sent. " he once cheerfully exclaimed.) But the young writing student Rain (Juliette Lewis) in Woody’s film was born during a hurricane too.
He insisted that she be kept up until he got home in the evening to tuck her in. His behavior struck several parents of other children as odd.
"I try to have sex only with women I like a lot," Woody explains solemnly.
"Otherwise I find it fairly mechanical." (He has little interest in family life: "It's no accomplishment to have or raise kids.
Any fool can do it.") He goes on: "I'm open-minded about sex.