The publicist for Kevin Spacey has announced that the Oscar-winning actor is seeking treatment, as reports emerged that another young man had nothing happen to him, and that it transpires that not everyone Kevin Spacey fancies feels the same way.
Typically such Hollywood ‘treatment’ takes place after the usual remedies (denial, cash bribes, parts in a movies or – what is now being called The Spacey Defence – coming out as gay) have failed. The process involves staying out of the public eye, going to a closed door resort with all the medical credibility of The Church of Scientology, parting with fuck-loads of cash and then publicly breaking down whilst promising to be a better person.
Many of the accusations regarding Mr. Spacey involve behavior that would normally be taken as the actions of a randy drunk. In fact, if he were an empty pocket we wouldn’t be hearing a fucking word. In a statement provided to The Rochdale Herald on Wednesday, Mr. Spacey’s publicist said: “Kevin Spacey is taking the time necessary to seek evaluation and treatment.”
He might as well have said “Mr Spacey is lying low until some actual news hits the cycle”
However, many institutions have been quick to throw Spacey under the bus and the Old Vic in London released a statement saying it was “deeply dismayed” by the allegations. They added that it had set up an email address for anyone who has worked there to make a confidential complaint about inappropriate behavior by Mr. Spacey or anyone else.
Which is a bit fucking rich when it turns out everyone there knew that he got a bit handsy in the bar after the evening performance, but no one said a fucking word. Let’s face it; if it had been Margot Robbie who liked a rough cider and a rougher stage hand we wouldn’t be having this fucking conversation.
The story would be all over the celebrity magazines and he would be off to Buckingham Palace to pick up his “Luckiest Boy in London” medal.
However, since it’s a slightly pathetic gay guy who felt he couldn’t come out to the World, let’s all get our panties in a bunch 20 years after the fact. Also on Wednesday, another man came forward, saying that when he was a teenager Mr. Spacey had put his arm around him while he was sleeping. The man said that when he was 17, Mr. Spacey had invited him to spend the weekend in New York. He said that Mr. Spacey had asked him to share his bed, but that he had declined and slept on the sofa. He then described waking up in the morning to find Mr. Spacey’s arms around him. “I was uncomfortable, at best, traumatized at worst,” he said.
So let me get this straight….some bloke you knew off TV offered to take you away for the weekend in which you were going to share a room? Because you were the World’s dumbest kid you didn’t infer anything from this, but when he stated his intentions, you declined and nothing happened? You now feel traumatised?
Good luck with the book fella.
The mind fucking boggles.
