Stephen King Apologizes for Dylan Farrow “Palpable B*tchery” Tweet: I Screwed Up
As Gossip Cop has reported, Farrow alleged in the New York Times that she was abused by her adoptive father Woody Allen when she was a child, claims he has strongly denied in a statement and through his attorney.
Asked for his thoughts on the situation, King wrote on Twitter Monday night, “Boy, I’m stumped on that one. I don’t like to think it’s true, and there’s an element of palpable b*tchery there, but…”
Many believed the famed novelist was shaming Farrow, or her mother Mia, and the outrage grew stronger when King blamed his wording on Twitter itself.
“Have no opinion on the accusations; hope they’re not true. Probably used the wrong word,” he tweeted. “Still learning my way around this thing. Mercy, please.”
Now, nearly a day after being criticized and mocked with a “palpable douchery” hashtag, King acknowledged on Facebook, “I managed to put my foot in my mouth and halfway down my throat.”
“I used the wrong word to describe not Ms. Farrow — either Ms. Farrow — but a sad and painful mess,” he wrote.
King went on, “The maximum number of letters in a Tweet is 140. I think the following would fit: I apologize for screwing up.”
Check out King’s full apology below, and tell us what you think.
Those of you who follow Twitter will know that recently I managed to put my foot in my mouth and halfway down my throat. A good many people came away from my tweet about the Woody Allen controversy with the idea that I had called Dylan Farrow or Mia Farrow (or both) a bitch. That wasn’t my intention, but the conclusion on the part of some readers is understandable. I used the wrong word to describe not Ms. Farrow—either Ms. Farrow—but a sad and painful mess. Some people seem to believe that writers never use the wrong word, but any editor can tell you that’s not true.
Those of you who have read my work—Carrie, Dolores Claiborne, Rose Madder, and Lisey’s Story, to name four—will know that I have plenty of respect for women, and care about the problems and life-situations they face. My single-mom mother faced plenty, believe me. And I have no sympathy whatever for those who abuse children. I wrote about such abuse—and its ultimate cost to the victim—in Gerald’s Game.
The maximum number of letters in a Tweet is 140. I think the following would fit: I apologize for screwing up.
Just know my heart is where it’s always been: in the right place.