Mia Farrow has one notable exception when she rages about men in their early fifties dating women in their early twenties, and no media source, bizarrely, ever seems to pick up on it. The exception concerns a very impressionable young woman, aged 21, who married a very powerful male star aged 51. It was her and Frank Sinatra. Rank hypocrisy. And he knocked her around quite appallingly, locked in her in rooms, pointed guns at her, all kinds of disgraceful stuff, but now she delights in recalling him. (Weird that her son Ronan, now exposed for cooking the books as far as his own 'research' is concerned, for once hasn't got all uppitty about this.) I've met her a few times and she's a raging loon as far as I'm concerned, easily the most self-contradictory and unbalanced celeb I've ever met, and yet the sewage stream of shite she spews out gets accepted without criticism. Shame on her, and shame on those who believe any single thing that comes out of that mouth.