What’s your favorite Woody Allen movie? Before you answer, you should know: when I was seven years old, Woody Allen took me by the hand and led me into a dim, closet-like attic on the second floor of our house. He told me to lay on my stomach and play with my brother’s electric train set. Then he sexually assaulted me. He talked to me while he did it, whispering that I was a good girl, that this was our secret, promising that we’d go to Paris and I’d be a star in his movies. I remember staring at that toy train, focusing on it as it traveled in its circle around the attic. To this day, I find it difficult to look at toy trains.
For as long as I could remember, my father had been doing things to me that I didn’t like. I didn’t like how often he would take me away from my mom, siblings and friends to be alone with him. I didn’t like it when he would stick his thumb in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I had to get in bed with him under the sheets when he was in his underwear. I didn’t like it when he would place his head in my naked lap and breathe in and breathe out. I would hide under beds or lock myself in the bathroom to avoid these encounters, but he always found me. These things happened so often, so routinely, so skillfully hidden from a mother that would have protected me had she known, that I thought it was normal. I thought this was how fathers doted on their daughters. But what he did to me in the attic felt different. I couldn’t keep the secret anymore.
When I asked my mother if her dad did to her what Woody Allen did to me, I honestly did not know the answer. I also didn’t know the firestorm it would trigger. I didn’t know that my father would use his sexual relationship with my sister to cover up the abuse he inflicted on me. I didn’t know that he would accuse my mother of planting the abuse in my head and call her a liar for defending me. I didn’t know that I would be made to recount my story over and over again, to doctor after doctor, pushed to see if I’d admit I was lying as part of a legal battle I couldn’t possibly understand. At one point, my mother sat me down and told me that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I was lying – that I could take it all back. I couldn’t. It was all true. But sexual abuse claims against the powerful stall more easily. There were experts willing to attack my credibility. There were doctors willing to gaslight an abused child.
After a custody hearing denied my father visitation rights, my mother declined to pursue criminal charges, despite findings of probable cause by the State of Connecticut – due to, in the words of the prosecutor, the fragility of the “child victim.” Woody Allen was never convicted of any crime. That he got away with what he did to me haunted me as I grew up. I was stricken with guilt that I had allowed him to be near other little girls. I was terrified of being touched by men. I developed an eating disorder. I began cutting myself. That torment was made worse by Hollywood. All but a precious few (my heroes) turned a blind eye. Most found it easier to accept the ambiguity, to say, “who can say what happened,” to pretend that nothing was wrong. Actors praised him at awards shows. Networks put him on TV. Critics put him in magazines. Each time I saw my abuser’s face – on a poster, on a t-shirt, on television – I could only hide my panic until I found a place to be alone and fall apart.
Last week, Woody Allen was nominated for his latest Oscar. But this time, I refuse to fall apart. For so long, Woody Allen’s acceptance silenced me. It felt like a personal rebuke, like the awards and accolades were a way to tell me to shut up and go away. But the survivors of sexual abuse who have reached out to me – to support me and to share their fears of coming forward, of being called a liar, of being told their memories aren’t their memories – have given me a reason to not be silent, if only so others know that they don’t have to be silent either.
Today, I consider myself lucky. I am happily married. I have the support of my amazing brothers and sisters. I have a mother who found within herself a well of fortitude that saved us from the chaos a predator brought into our home.
But others are still scared, vulnerable, and struggling for the courage to tell the truth. The message that Hollywood sends matters for them.
What if it had been your child, Cate Blanchett? Louis CK? Alec Baldwin? What if it had been you, Emma Stone? Or you, Scarlett Johansson? You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton. Have you forgotten me?
Woody Allen is a living testament to the way our society fails the survivors of sexual assault and abuse.
So imagine your seven-year-old daughter being led into an attic by Woody Allen. Imagine she spends a lifetime stricken with nausea at the mention of his name. Imagine a world that celebrates her tormenter.
Are you imagining that? Now, what’s your favorite Woody Allen movie?
Tom Hardy read a Bedtime Story on CBeebies and everyone wanted to know when he would be back for more
Tom Hardy went down an absolute storm on Saturday night after reading the nightly CBeebies bedtime story.
Joined by his super cute pup Woody, Tom narrated the children’s book
You Must Bring a Hat, written by Simon Philip and Kate Hindley,
which tells the tale of a boy going to a party.
Tom wore his own cap for the reading, as did Woody who sat lazing
across Tom’s lap in a top hat, while at home it seemed everyone of all
ages was tuning in for the 6.50pm reading, with some considering it
worth the yearly licence fee alone.
“To the bestest friend ever. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever… he burnt very very bright and those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long. The world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side.”
Tom Hardy’s labrador Woodstock (Woody) was six years old, and is believed to have died from polymyositis.
YOU GUYS OK LISTEN TO ME SHAKE IT OFF IS STILL THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SONG WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CONCEPT ALRIGHT!!!! OKAY!!!! JUST BC U HAVE A NEW TOY TO PLAY WITH DOESN’T MEAN THAT U CAN JUST ABANDON YOUR OLD TOYS!!! THIS ISN’T SOME WOODY VS BUZZ BULLSHIT!!! TAYLOR DIDN’T SPEND 3 YEARS TELLING US THAT THE HATERS R GONNA HATE FOR U TO IGNORE IT NOW SHE IS STILL A FABULOUS SHAKER I WON’T STAND ANY SHAKE IT OFF SLANDER ON MY DASHBOARD U MUST LEARN TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS REMEMBER WHERE U CAME FROM SIMBA SHE STILL KNOWS HOW TO SHAKE IT OFF AND SHES VERY GOOD AT IT UR ALL HURTING MY FEELIGNS
New teaser via CBeebies Facebook ~ “It’s National Dog Day this weekend! Join Tom Hardy and Woody for one last adventure together.” 🐶❤️📗
The story will be ‘Fleabag’ by Helen Stephens @helenstephenslion … about a dog who needs a home and a boy who wants a dog. One day they find each other and Fleabag finally gets the loving home he’s been looking for.
Tom recorded the story last year with Woody next to him. ❤️💔
The fact that Bastille is already answering questions about the 3rd album and Dan has to stop himself before he says too much, MAKES ME SO EXCITED?? Like it’s nowhere close to being finished but I’m already hyped up for album 3!!
This one is fairly obvious, as they control the website. However, They have no control over the content on this website, only the form it is presented in. In this way, they are weaker than many on this list. However, with their unnecessary changes and rampant “bugs”, they are a force to be reckoned with in the blue blogosphere.
Corporations have very little power in terms of content creation and format, but they act as a warning mechanism for all the small time bloggers like you and me. To get a grip on what is no longer funny, just take a sneaky peek at a corporate blog. I guarantee you’ll know what I mean when you see it.
Slimetony and his Court of Fools
These Tumblr comedians dominate the note economy by setting each other up for joke after joke in a neverending cycle. With a unique, trendsetting format that many have tried to copy, he and his pals have climbed to the top of Tumblr with relatively little competition.
Sandsverse and Meevesverse
These are some of the few blogs that have truly become one with the website. They employ a strategy of avoiding discourse by creating a “universe” and only interacting with those who obey its rules. These blogging giants are everywhere and with the way things currently are, they will never truly lose power.
The Woody Collective
A movement the went unnoticed on Tumblr for many years that has just now surfaced for all to see, claiming the corpses of fallen Tumblr Giants and Vagrants, presumably gaining their powers. Their motivations and full capacities are not currently known, but they currently appear to be a force for justice in this strange and confusing world.
Please, if you are able, add onto this database so we may be properly prepared for dealing with these beings.
bout a year ago i started taking a bunch of urls from bad people on famous posts and i changed their icon to woody and the blog’s title to “Howdy Pardner”. now it’s become real big to the point where i can’t browse this site without hearing about it once and now people are just taking any url they can find whether it be a bad person or not and i lost a whole bunch of mutuals over this shit