HAPPY FATHER’S DAY! Ronan Farrow, the biological son of Woody Allen and Mia Farrow, tweeted this yesterday, and then his mother retweeted it. Eek! Uh, guys? You OK? I mean, I know you’re not OK and that’s totally understandable, but maybe let’s not do this on Twitter? Admittedly, I do not know how hard it must be to have all of your “dirty laundry” aired out in public (“dirty laundry” is what I call it when a dude marries his adoptive daughter) but that doesn’t mean you need to KEEP airing it out in public? I’m not saying this as any kind of protection for Woody Allen, but just for your own sake, because YIIIIIIIIIIKES. (Also, really Mia Farrow? “Boom”? That’s your tongue-in-cheek-y reaction to the public scream of existential pain from your son as a reaction to the on-going relationship that must have been and probably continues to be the single most painful experience of your adult life? Boom. Throw an LOL on there while you’re at it. JKJK. LOL. Please RT.) One thing about this tweet is that it really gives the lie to Woody Allen’s overall posture that he doesn’t care what other people think about his personal life, which is fine when you’re talking about the public, and you might even be able to weasel out of caring what your ex-wife thinks because most people with ex-wives do, but this is your son! Maybe you guys should have a cup of coffee and figure things out? No? Just tweets? Tweets and interviews on some sunny terrace in Cannes once a year? Perfect. Happy Father’s Day! HERE, I GOT US ALL A NECKTIE!