If you thought the toughest thing facing actresses in Hollywood was only being paid $10 million, or the possibility of being typecast, you’ve never had a Harvey Weinstein massage.
Other than the specific six famous people sexually harassed by Harvey Weinstein who ignored their NDAs on Twitter, and eleven people just making stuff up for attention, the silence from Hollywood since the NY Times expose Friday has been deafening while they all wait to see if he’s still in a position to continue to win them Oscars or not. Otherwise, giving an opinion either way could be a very expensive limb to climb out on.
Late Night Talk Show Hosts expect to be informed today of the party line in time for morose PR-prepared readings with concerned faces during tonight’s programs, before moving on to how Trump hasn’t done enough for Puerto Rico, which they’ve never visited.
Since this decade of American popculture is an exercise in captive listening to “artists” who have no idea what they’re talking about, but know who writes their cheques, you know there was going to be some initial trepidation.
Pandering, melodramatic nitwit Meryl Streep tried out a unique defense of herself about the man she called “God” during her 2012 Golden Globe Award acceptance speech, where she gushed in a manner that would have made Jim Jones ask the flock to get a grip.
After Streep had all of HuffPo and Vanity Fair thrapping when she announced during her speech at the 2017 Golden Globe Awards, “When the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose“, it was going to be hard on her to reconcile how “God” Weinstein could have used his powerful position to bully others, given the entirety of Hollywood had called his bathrobe pervertedness “an open secret”. Naturally, she waited until the announcement that he was fired from his company, just to be safe.
In a statement, naturally provided first to fainting couchers HuffPo, Streep tried the “I didn’t know” defense on :
“One thing can be clarified. Not everybody knew. I didn’t know about these other offenses: I did not know about his financial settlements with actresses and colleagues; I did not know about his having meetings in his hotel room, his bathroom, or other inappropriate, coercive acts. And If everybody knew, I don’t believe that all the investigative reporters in the entertainment and the hard news media would have neglected for decades to write about it.”
SHOCKED, she insisted. No way she could have known. Unless she listened to every actress in Hollywood, or watched 30 Rock.
Streep has stayed at the top of her field for so long by maintaining the ability to talk more emotive nonsense off-screen than on it. Whoever wrote her excuse is not at fault – they just stayed on-brand.
Meanwhile, the Obamas, who are now full-time devoted to giving paid speeches and telling the world how they would have solved hurricanes, gun control and school lunches and speaking up on every single issue they can, have had to be silent until the dust settles, in case Harvey recovers and their biopic is farmed out to Stephen Cannell, with unattractive non-Denzel and non-Halle actors.
Michelle Obama had previously told us what a wonderful human being, friend and power house – but not sexual harasser – Weinstein is:
“I want to start by thanking Harvey Weinstein for organizing this amazing day,” Obama said at the Careers in Film Symposium at the White House. “This is possible because of Harvey. He is a wonderful human being, a good friend and just a powerhouse.”
Hence his 13 visits to the White House. The Obamas don’t watch 30 Rock, either, I guess.
The bad news for Harvey is that his payouts have only just begun. Every stage four nobody who has been in the vicinity of his ample girth the last twenty years is going to be looking to cash in. I assume he’s going with the “treatment for sex addiction” press release any day now, a puzzling affliction that only seems to affect famous wealthy men with access to ambitious models and actresses.
And pot plants.
Weinstein had met reporter Lauren Sivan, a news anchor on channel News 12 Long Island, at Cipriani restaurant in Manhattan, where Weinstein was friends with the owner. The group relocated to Socialista, a club in which Weinstein and Cipriani’s owner, Giuseppe Cipriani, were investors.
Once at the club, Weinstein invited her on a tour of the accompanying restaurant, Cafe Socialista, an offer she “reluctantly” agreed to. Sivan told her friend accompanying her that if she was not back within 10 minutes, to come make sure she was OK.
Weinstein led Sivan to the kitchen of the restaurant, which was closed at the time. There were two staffers in the kitchen, whom Weinstein excused, leaving him alone with Sivan in a small area just outside the kitchen. Sivan claims Weinstein then attempted to kiss her, at which point she pulled away and told Weinstein she had a boyfriend. Weinstein reportedly answered by saying, “Well, can you just stand there and shut up,” then exposed himself, masturbated and quickly ejaculated into a nearby potted plant. He then zipped up his pants and exited through the kitchen.
Good of him to take no for an answer.