Hollywood is crumbling faster than a folding chair under Tess Holliday’s heft. Mostly thanks to all their political virtue signaling and endless sexual abuse. The Harvey Weinstein accusations triggered the world to suddenly give a crap about all the creepiness going down in the movie industry. Turns out there’s plenty to go around. Next up? Dustin Hoffman. The Rain Man was no stranger to perversion, according to this woman who worked closely with him on set when she was a teenager.
Here’s a few excerpts from her diary at the time:
He was openly flirtatious, he grabbed my ass, he talked about sex to me and in front of me. One morning I went to his dressing room to take his breakfast order; he looked at me and grinned … then he said, “I’ll have a hard-boiled egg… and a soft-boiled clitoris.”
Well isn’t that lovely. I love the smell of sexual harassment in the morning.
January 28, 1985 … Dustin said to me today, “So, did you have sex over the weekend like I told you?”
“What is this, celibate weekends?”
“Next weekend, OK?”
“No, I’m talking about last weekend. You sure you didn’t?”
“Yes.” I was cracking up.
“Smile if you’re lying.”
Reminder: the girl here is 17. Not to be confused with 37.
January 31, 1985 … Today, when I was walking Dustin to his limo, he felt my ass four times. I hit him each time, hard, and told him he was a dirty old man. He took off his hat and pointed to his head (shaved for the part) and said, “No, I’m a dirty young man. I have a full head of hair.”
Again, this woman claims she was only 17 at the time. But a wee child. Definitely gross. But let’s take this with a pinch of salt. No charges were pressed and we’re all taking this lady’s word for it. She has photos from the set and names which help to establish some credibility, but we’re still talking about something which allegedly happened over 30 years ago. Okay? Okay.
However, this goes to a bigger point. All these tales of debauchery seem to prove how nobody batted a star-studded eyelash at abuse. Sexual harassment has always just been a part of Hollywood.
Of course, we’re talking about the same Hollywood which leans out of its ivory tower every election cycle to morally lecture you about your voting choices. Especially if you dared vote for the guy who once talked about grabbing p*ssies on a bus. How dare you. Now excuse them, they need to find some genitals to grab.
The hypocrisy is almost as thick as Harvey Weinstein’s goiter.