This year we finally got a strong enough flashlight, shone it under Hollywood’s fridge, and saw all the cockroaches come scuttling out. Except there’s one accused predator who just can’t be exterminated. Of all the light-shedding #MeToo stories, Woody Allen’s name continues to pop up repeatedly, but nothing happens. Woody keeps getting work. Woody keeps getting enthusiastic A-list stars who want to work with him. Dylan Farrow isn’t happy that Woody gets a pass.
The #metoo movement has found its way to Time Magazine’s shortlist for “person of the year”. This is probably the first time a # has made the list and I’m personally offended that #tooktotwitter is still lingering underused and unappreciated by anybody other than myself. But I guess I can’t make this #allaboutme.