If you endured the Golden Globes until the end, you probably saw Diane Keaton give a rather odd tribute to actor, screenwriter and director, Woody Allen, in which she sang the song all Girl Scouts know…”Make new friends but keep the old…” whatever. I had to mute my computer screen. I’m rather fond of Diane Keaton but I cannot get down with Woody Allen.
As I tweeted last night:
In case you don’t know Woody Allen was dating Mia Farrow for a decade when he began a relationship with Farrow’s adopted daughter Soon- Yi Previn. Farrow had adopted Soon-Yi with her ex Andre Previn. Farrow realized that the two were carrying on a romantic, though exploitative, relationship when she found nude photos of Soon-Yi in Allen’s possession. The couple claims they began seeing each other when she was 20 and the relationship with Allen and Farrow were just “going through the motions.” They married when she was 21.
So you can understand that Mia and her biological son with Allen, Ronan Farrow, weren’t too impressed with the Lifetime Achievement Award Woody Allen received during last night’s Golden Globes ceremony. (I use the word received lightly because Allen wasn’t there.) Both Mia and Ronan took to Twitter to share their thoughts about the honor bestowed to their estranged partner and father.
Essentially, she was over it. But the real kicker came from Woody Allen’s biological son Ronan Farrow.
Whoa! This was news to me. Now, we knew about Woody’s relationship with his now wife–the couple has been vocal in their justification of it– but apparently another one of Mia’s adopted children, Dylan, who now goes by another name, spoke to Vanity Fair, late last year, about the sexual abuse she endured from Allen growing up. Though Dylan said her fears of Allen are “crippling” and she does not like to speak his name or see his image, she decided to share, like she wished she’d had the courage to do when she was seven years old.
“I have never been asked to testify. If I could talk to the seven-year-old Dylan, I would tell her to be brave, to testify. There’s a lot I don’t remember, but what happened in the attic I remember. I remember what I was wearing and what I wasn’t wearing…The things making me uncomfortable were making me think I was a bad kid, because I didn’t want to do what my elder told me to do…I was cracking. I had to say something. I was seven. I was doing it because I was scared. I wanted it to stop.” For all she knew, she tells Orth, “this was how fathers treated their daughters. This was normal interaction, and I was not normal for feeling uncomfortable about it.”