On Tuesday night, James Franco was probably Googling the answer to the question, “What is the age of consent in New York state?” Because he supposedly tried to get on a 17-year-old girl from Scotland after meeting her outside the stage door of his Broadway show “Of Mice and Men.” The girl named Lucy took an Instagram video (via ONTD) with James Franco and in it he tells her ass “you gotta tag me,” which she did. James DM’ed Lucy on Instagram and didn’t waste a damn second of his time trying to get into her chonies. Lucy screen capped their chat and threw it up imgur.
About half a second into their chat, James practically busts some “a/s/l” shit on her when he asks Lucy where she lives, if she has a boyfriend and if she’s 18. Lucy tells him she’s not 18 yet, but his sleazy ass probably found out that the age of consent in NY is 17, because he kept going after her. James was like those hos on Grindr who message you with shit like, “Looking? And no back and forth!” Because he was not there to learn Lucy’s middle name, her favorite color and her dreams and hopes for the future. James was there to hook up. My favorite line of the entire conversation is, “What’s the hotel? Should I rent a room?” Creepy bitch was parched for teen ass. Chris Hansen is so close to asking James to have a seat.
After a little back and forth, Lucy makes James’ take a picture of himself holding a picture with her name on it. James tells her to text her when he wants to meet up and that’s that. After this mess went viral, 35-year-old James tweeted (and deleted) that he’s not a teen fucker and told parents to keep their teens away from him. And he also added a little age limit to his Instagram profile.
I’m sure James will say that he spent years and years creating the “fictional” character of “17-year-old Lucy from Scotland” and those scenes in front of the stage door were actually filmed in a studio and Lucy is a CGI creation that was added in post-production. This was all just a performance art piece on society’s view of sex in the digital age or some shit like that. The piece was commissioned by the Whitney and the ball is in Shia LaDouche’s court.
The entire creepy conversation is after the jump: