Woody Allen and the Art of the Impossible
Huffington Post - about 3 years
There are three things I've been reminded of since the reignited Woody Allen controversy started swirling around the blogosphere like one of those bizarre tornadoes that half the country thinks is God's reckoning on a sinful planet. One, unless the offer came from a close family member or a very close friend, I would never agree to be a nanny or a baby-sitter. Two, no matter the writer or the publication, there is no such thing as unbiased journalism. Finally, when it comes to push-button topics, facts are considered insulting; sound bites are divine.
Why number one? As a gay, single man in his forties, should I ever be publicly accused of molesting a child, male or female, my reputation would be destroyed for life. If I legally cleared my name and won, I might avoid criminal punishment, but the guilty verdict would remain, if only in the shadows.
My writing career has consisted of many things, like a new book about my dog. ("Methinks he loves his dog a bit too much, and he lets th
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