I love hippies … I just don’t always understand what they’re talking about. Case in point: an uber-New Age-y piece Alanis Morissette penned today on The Daily Beast about the “divine feminine.” Well, it’s sort of about how everyone needs to reconcile the “divine feminine” and the “divine masculine” within themselves and that will bring peace and harmony to the Earth. Or something. Keep reading »
I’ve said it before and I will say it again: if I were a young actor today I would quit before I started. If I had to grow up in this media culture, I don’t think I could survive it emotionally. I would only hope that someone who loved me, really loved me, would put their arm around me and lead me away to safety. …
In 2001 I spent five months with Kristen Stewart on the set of “Panic Room” mostly holed up in a space the size of a Manhattan closet. We talked and laughed for hours, sharing spontaneous mysteries and venting our boredom. I grew to love that kid. She turned 11 during our shoot and on her birthday I organized a mariachi band to serenade her at the taco bar while she blew out her candles. She begrudgingly danced around a sombrero with me but soon rushed off to a basketball game with the grip and electric departments. Her mother and I watched her jump around after the ball, hooting with every team basket. “She doesn’t want to be an actor when she grows up, does she?” I asked. Her mom sighed. “Yes … unfortunately.” We both smiled and shrugged with an ambivalence born from experience. “Can’t you talk her out of it?” I offered. “Oh, I’ve tried. She loves it. She just loves it.” More sighs.
– Jodie Foster penned an absolutely beautiful essay on The Daily Beast about acting, celebrity, and juggling vulnerability in one’s craft with impenetrability in one’s personal life. The essay is about Kristen Stewart’s hell-hole of a life right now, of course. But Foster does not address the cheating scandal head-on; instead, she asks readers to remember “a salary for a given on-screen performance does not include the right to invade anyone’s privacy, to destroy someone’s sense of self.” Not only am I impressed with Jodie Foster’s writing chops, but I find it touching that she’s written a piece standing up for a younger actress — and reminding us all we’re just human beings. [The Daily Beast] [Photo: Getty]
“One time we were having sex, and I was looking up at the ceiling, thinking about, ‘What am I going to buy at the grocery store tomorrow? What am I going to do with my kids tomorrow?’ One time after we had sex, I cried. He said, ‘Maybe we shouldn’t do this for a while.’ So maybe he did have a heart — or half a heart. But I knew I needed his financial help.”
Alleged mistress Ginger White came forward one week ago claming she has had a 13-year-long affair with Herman Cain. (Cain suspended his campaign this weekend, citing “distractions,” which presumably allude to White’s allegations and several sexual harassment allegations against him.) This weekend she spoke to The Daily Beast about their sex life. Instead of juicy, it’s pretty depressing!
More quotes from Ginger White about sex with Herman Cain, after the jump: Keep reading »