I don't know if this is the kind of article that Salon readers want in this magazine. Some seem to think it's not inappropriate; some clearly do. Some ask why Salon editors don't listen to them. Well, obviously there's no consensus.

What I don't understand is how O'Neal can be defended or, if not defended, at least his "gaffe" dismissed as not being a big deal. I think it is beyond disgusted that he would hit on someone at his long-time partner's funeral and that he wouldn't even recognize his own daughter.

This is not "creep of the day." This this creep of the year +

HELLO! His own daughter! who is something of a celebrity herself, and has been on TV and magazines covers in recent years.

How exactly do you forget the face of your own child? Have any of you posters ever just happened to forget YOUR OWN CHILDREN? I'd say, short of dementia, the faces of your children are the ONE THING YOU NEVER EVER FORGET, not even in the most extreme situations, or near death.

Not to mention the man was hitting on what he supposed was a "Swedish blonde" at the funeral of a woman who was in most ways a "common-law" wife to him for many years, and the mother of his child. This has to be some new low, in the annals of "no class" (or taste, or morals, or decency, or intelligence....).

I read Tatum O'Neal's autobiography a couple years ago; even figuring she was angling for sympathy, it was pretty horrific. Ryan O'Neal was a horrible father; an immature egotistical brat given free rein by his fame and Hollywood career, who often pitted his child against his various lovers. He was a parent to Tatum in name only, frequently letting her run around doing drugs and having sex, in her early teens, with either no supervision OR his stoned, half-assed tacit approval.

Their relationship was/is a tragedy, and maybe the saddest thing is that only impression most of us have of them is from the film "Paper Moon", where they are so charming and adorable (far, far from the actual truth).

I guess I feel the sorriest for Farrah -- she was one of the most beautiful and admired women in the world, and presumably could have had most any man she wanted, yet she chose this drunken doped-up pathetic loser. It's really hard to imagine someone this pitiful and hopeless being a major comfort in the last months of her life. Frankly, I'd have rather been alone.

for and bitchsheet daddy hater to write anything positive about any man.

I don't follow the "velebrity" drivel however, I HAVE seen time and time again how the daddy haters HERE dis any & all men.

It is a neurological psychosis.

If this article was about a woman, you would all be up and down in here calling her a bitch and a horrible person and feeling bad for for Tatum for having such a sick mother.

I'll say it again, your terror of women is really incredibly boring.

Our aim is to cast a spotlight on news that puts women in the center...Broadsheet will be taking the ladies seriously, whether that means tracking news about how our rights are holding up, how well we're representing ourselves politically, or how the advertising world has decided to address us, what kinds of health advances are ahead of us -- all the news of our (usually) two-steps-forward, one-step-back march to equality. . . . We'll also have celebrity dish and possibly fashion news.

Seems to me that it's time to reconsider what Broadsheet (or, as we called it on Table Talk at the time, the Great Pink Ghetto) is supposed to be in light of what it has actually become. I check in here for reasons I don't fully understand but what I see is mostly dreck on the level of what I might see staring back at me from the covers of tabloids in the supermarket. Occasionally there is a cogent take on actual issues, but there seems to be an abundance of drivel that's obsessed with porn (either for or against), celebrity gossip and all the stuff that makes up the stereotypical image of women's fluff. Sad.

I'm not sure what the point of the entry on Ryan O'Neal was supposed to be. If the point was anything other than empty-headed gossip of an utterly useless nature, the writer missed the mark. By a mile.

But as we know those are all victimless crimes, aren't they?

Ms. Walsh does defend her position, as will Mr. Greenwald, but most Salon writers rarely reply and they seem indifferent to our suggestions, for they'll post the same sensationalism, again and again. Witness the mother who ate her baby.

BTW: I love those little cartoon character portraits the regular contributors use, instead of actual photographs. The cartoons make them look younger, prettier, and more stylish.

Pretty misleading headline there. This is just O'Neal relating a sad anecdote about being both a knee-jerk womanizer and a distant father. Not exactly admirable, but the link implies much worse (oooh, incest at your lover's funeral!!).

There's been a lot of tabloid-esque stuff and pretty uninformed editorials published on here recently.

Truly 'tis said that in the midst of Death is Life.

And where there's life, there's hope-- and what is hope, if not the prospect of getting laid?

O'Neal did something else that I find strange, though: I don't follow celebrity gossip, but I knew that Ms. Fawcett was terminally ill. So it seemed odd, at best, when I came across a report that O'Neal told Baba Wawa that he and Fawcett planned to marry as soon as "she could". He wasn't joking-- in fact, he noted that although he and Farah had come to make a joke of remarrying over the years, that he was being serious.

I had the impression that Fawcett was already close to death, if not on the proverbial deathbed. If he's truly "serious", what the hell are they waiting for? I wondered. Sure enough, she passed away just a few days later.

Maybe he was just trying to be poignant and sentimental, but it struck me as tacky at best to apparently sincerely speak of marrying someone in a future she didn't have.