Sixteen, emerald-eyed, blond, an aspiring model with a confident streak and a painful past: Babi Christina Engelhardt had just caught Woody Allen's gaze at legendary New York City power restaurant Elaine's. It was October 1976, and when Engelhardt returned from the ladies' room, she dropped a note on his table with her phone number. It brazenly read: "Since you've signed enough autographs, here's mine!"

Soon, Allen rang, inviting her to his Fifth Avenue penthouse. The already-famous 41-year-old director, still hot off Sleeper and who'd release Annie Hall the following spring, never asked her age. But she told him she was still in high school, living with her family in rural New Jersey as she pursued her modeling ambitions in Manhattan. Within weeks, they'd become physically intimate at his place. She wouldn't turn 17, legal in New York, until that December.

Wut

Yeah, country should be renamed to The FUS.

Spacey hosting the Oscars would be great. It would show that forgiveness is actually the most important thing we can do as a society. It's a strange place where we are at the moment, and it's all because of Twitter. We currently have this universally-accepted digital lapidation. It's grotesque. But the masses relish it.

All of Hollywood is fake and full of shit. Harvey Weinstein should be hosting the Oscars, and then it would be an actual representation of what the industry is really like.

As opposed to the Utopia of Everywhere Else, where sexual assault/rape/bribery/etc is a thing of fiction and times past

I mean, come on--everywhere humans go these same issues are, it's just more entertaining to read about famous people's troubles as opposed to some random insurance agent in South Bend or the CEO of a random company in Vermont who did largely the same stuff.

Apparently a bunch of stuff about Jeff Goldblum is about to come out.

Which sucks.