Personal Life
Johansson rarely discusses her personal life with the press, saying, "It's nice to have everybody not know your business."
From 2001 to 2002, while a high school student at the Professional Children's School, Johansson dated classmate Jack Antonoff, who would go on to be the guitarist for the band fun.
Johansson began dating Canadian actor Ryan Reynolds in 2007, and in May 2008, it was announced that the two were engaged. On September 27, 2008, the couple married in a quiet ceremony near Tofino, British Columbia. They purchased a $2.8 million home together near Los Angeles, California. On December 14, 2010, Reynolds and Johansson announced that they had separated. Their divorce was finalized on July 1, 2011.
She celebrates a "little of both" Christmas and Hanukkah, and has described herself as Jewish.
Johansson rejects the "ScarJo" nickname some have used in reference to her, calling it "awful".
On September 14, 2011, the FBI announced it was investigating the alleged hacking of Johansson's cell phone and the dissemination of nude photographs of her. Johansson stated that the photos were sent to her then-husband, Ryan Reynolds, three years prior to the incident. As a result of the investigation, Christopher Chaney of Jacksonville, Florida pled guilty to computer hacking. In addition to a prison sentence, prosecutors are requesting that Johansson receive about $66,000 in compensation.
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