Does anyone find it even remotely ironic that Roman Polanski is suing Vanity Fair for libel over "allegations" that he slept around right after his wife's---Sharon Tate---death, yet this is the dude who PLED GUILTY to sleeping with a thirteen-year-old girl and then fled the country to escape sentencing?

Good. I didn't think I was the only one.

I'm somewhat tired of always being told how sorry we should feel for Roman Polanski. He's a genius, his defenders say. He didn't mean to sleep with a thirteen-year-old in Jack Nicholson's hot tub. She looked older than she really was. She seduced him. It only happened because he was so distressed over his wife's death. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Whatever.

You're either a grown-up and you take responsibility for your actions, even if they land you in the can for a while. OR you have the good sense to shut the fuck up about it. It's pretty goddamned simple, if you ask me. But the one thing you do not do is sue a magazine for libel because they point out the one part of your well-documented sex life that seems disrespectful to a dead woman. You made your bed, Roman, you little slut. Now lie in it.*

pun fully intended

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