Harvey’s Chicks Come Home To Roost

The papers are filled with producer, Harvey Weinstein’s, inappropriate behavior with just about every actress in Hollywood short of Lassie, though she may bark today.

The legendary casting couch, has never been so featured.

Seems daily, someone new joins the chorus of showgirls who’ve been sexually assaulted by the big cheese of moviemakers, at one time or another.

Angelina Jolie, Gwyneth Palthrow and Ashley Judd to name three.

I too can recall being groped a few times.  Once by a photographer who said he was fixing my dress, and another sleaze ball agent who, as I was reading copy, rubbed up against me from the back.  I was in my late teens pretending not to notice.

“So, I think I better go,” I said, before backing out of his crummy office while my skin crawled.  I remember calling the guy who sent me who laughed and said, “Well darlin, it’s part’a the business you wanna be in.”

Well, the jig is up, darlin, even if it took 40 years.

There was the manager claiming to represent singer Peter Frampton, who said if I got cozy with him, as he put it, he’d get me into Triad, a theatrical agency, big at the time.  I was trying to get my Screen Actors Guild card and he said, they’d get me a TV commercial, and I’d be all set.

He also said, I didn’t have much time since in a year or two, I’d be considered old.  I mean after all, a girl peaks at 20…

and the bedroom is right this way.

I was such a stupid kid, and had a mother, Connecticut’s most infamous femme fatale, as a role model, so there I was, humping with the oldies.  He was old enough to be my father with a gold watch the size of Big Ben.

I remember his cigar, and how his stomach hung over his baggy boxers like a dinghy, illegally parked.

He called me schweetheart, and told me I needed a boob job.

I said, I’d only stay if he stopped smoking and turned out the lights.

After a series of innings that did nothing but make me cry afterwards, I realized, I was never meeting the people at the Triad Agency, and was taken for a ride.

In other words, I’d been Harvey-ied.

His name was Bill, and I see him once in a while.  He’s ancient now, but still salivates at the sight of you.

“Don’t you remember me?” he said once, gripping my forearm.

“Yeah, sadly I do, you big creep.  Get the fuck away from me.”

He looked stunned as I left him standing on the street in his black leather car coat and pinkie ring, like a dinosaur of another era.

I think of Bill Cosby who’s about to be back in court, and his brethren who must be shaking in their boots.

Who’s next?

Stay tuned, because the truth always comes out, even if it takes a while.





About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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29 Responses to Harvey’s Chicks Come Home To Roost

  1. Kate Howell says:

    Excellent piece !

    Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone



  2. Gail Kaufman says:

    When I was a teenager, 5’5”, 105 lbs., people said I should model. I asked my parents to enroll me in modeling classes, and my father refused. Now I understand why.


  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Things sure were different, and not always in a good way. When I was in my late teens and early 20s, around 1968-1974, one of my parent’s friends used to give me lengthy sideways hugs at the cocktail parties. His arm snaked all the way around my back with his fingers pressed against my breast. His wife was my math teacher and it never occurred to me that he was a dirty old man. I thought that since he was so big and tall, he just didn’t realize that his arms were so long.
    Thank goodness girls aren’t so naïve now.


  4. My heart breaks that so many were hurt in this way. I can’t think of any other line of work where the common denominator was sexual abuse. I hope all the creeps are scared silly. And I hope they are prosecuted to the fullest. I admire you for coming through with your wit and compassion intact. I’m sending buckets of love and hugs, though nothing can compensate you for what you went through.


  5. micklively says:

    I find it sickening and amazing in equal measure. I guess people with power and money will always use and abuse people without. I will never understand what possible pleasure any man can gain from forcing himself on a woman, but it seems I’m in a minority.
    I am so sorry that you too were on the receiving end. 😦


    • It’s like a big buffet for these men. I had a situation not that long ago when a camera operator lifted my phone number from a casting list and started to call me, to ask me out. I found out, he did it to two other women I knew also. Freebies. That’s how they view us. Apples hanging off the tree. Next time I saw him, I looked through him like he was a pane of dirty glass. He stayed away from me after that.

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      • micklively says:

        Well, I think finding your ‘phone number and asking you out just show initiative. It’s what happens after you say “no” that separates the good guys from the creeps. Men will always be attracted to attractive women: that’s how and why we’re all here. There are respectful, non-threatening and non-invasive ways of asking for a date. Anything else is unacceptable.


      • You don’t take a personal phone number from a working list. He’s lucky I didn’t report him.


  6. Men can smell vulnerability on a woman long before their Channel No.5. When I was going through a divorce at the tender age of 24, the bank had seized my paycheck to save my house. I went to the bank hysterical since this left me with 11.00 for the month. That night the bank manager, who was so nice offering me tissues showed up at MY HOUSE. Oh, yes he did! He was offering me another “deal”. I was saved by my friend knocking at the door. At 24 it never occurred to me he was a fuck. I really thought he was being nice.
    Chances are if you have a vagina, you’ve been Harvey-ied!

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  7. I hate people who pick on the vulnerable whether it’s babies, animals or young women who are vulnerable. It doesn’t only happen in entertainment but it’s probably more rampant there. I am so sorry it happened to you. Hopefully you didn’t pick anything up for him. Some lessons are painful.


  8. I think he needs more than “rehab”, but, that is my opinion… you could look at the man years ago and know he is sleazy… but, it is true, even in my sheltered little hometown in nw PA, I was groped by a neighbor. When I told my mom, her response was, don’t go near him… nothing was ever done, so, they think they can still do things like this… I am so glad it’s been blown up in his face, can’t wait to see who is next… I laugh evilly…


  9. It seems to be one of those open secrets in the entertainment business, although it’s good that it seems it’s changing. There is too much power in the hands of a small few to control people’s whole careers, which is why it corrupts so much. Hopefully there will be more transparency in the future. It’s terrible you had to go through that.


  10. I am sorry you had to go through that. It toughened you, I suppose, but still…
    Don’t pick too much on old men liking younger ladies…We aren’t all bad. I, for one, could never lie to someone just for sex. It’s truly not work this.


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