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Woody, Dylan Farrow

6 Feb

I named my first cat after Woody Allen. Cat’s name was Woody. Yes, this post is about pussy. Pleasure. Psychoanalysis. Problems.

I say often, “I come from a family straight out of a Woody Allen movie.” And note to self, might want to switch that up moving forward.  But it’s true: neurosis in the blood, spirals of self obsession, and Joan Didion nailed it in her 1979 Letter from Manhattan when she writes about Woody.

And then, this too:

“Woody Allen often tells interviewers that his original title for Annie Hall was “Anhedonia,” which is a psychoanalytic term meaning the inability to experience pleasure. “

Everybody’s talking about An Open Letter From Dylan Farrow.

Pleasure. Psychoanalysis. Problems.

Girls.

Of course Lena Dunham and Ann Friedman believe Dylan.

Girl’s girls. Women. Men. Men can believe Woody is wrought with sickness. This can be a gender neutral support of Dylan. I don’t need to spool through a litany of legal. Hashtag Woody Allen on twitter is trending, whatever.

He married his daughter. Moved from father to lover. It’s in his blood, the addict, the narcissist. It’s all about him. For him to insert himself into. His movies, his children.

Wikipedia says:

Narcissism is a term that originated with Narcissus in Greek mythology who fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water. Currently it is used to describe the pursuit of gratification from vanity, or egotistic admiration of one’s own physical or mental attributes, that derive from arrogant pride. 

I read her words, and for days after, and I could not get the images out of my head. Heartbreaking transgression. So descriptive, so interior, do the nay-sayers think she got with a strategic marketing group to brainstorm the following:

“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. ”

When I think about Dylan I think about Clinton saying, That woman. 

Monica Lewinski had an affair with the President. She chose to have a cigar stuck inside her and she got off and he got off and then everyone got off. Monica chose. And then, was splayed. And ever since, she vanished. She was silenced. She is silent. And somehow, during all of this, people hated Hillary.  Somehow, public sentiment towards the Hilz and Monica was so negative, while for Bill, not so much.

It’s different here. Sort of.

Dylan did not have an affair with her Dad. Dylan was a child in an unsafe home, and it just so happens her father has power in Hollywood, almost like a President.

Dylan tells us. She is not going to be silent anymore. I stand by and believe Dylan Farrow.

Not so sorry, Slate . The evidence?

An addict’s tracks. Track record. Sex-addict. If you find and fuck one daughter I wholeheartedly believe that you’ve pointed yourself towards another daughter to Play it Again Sam.

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