Recently you’ve gotten a lot of media attention for just being outspoken—
Right. How do you feel about that?
I’m someone who hid from the public for a long time. I was honest in interviews, but I was usually asked pretty stupid questions. And then I realized that, well, I’ve been saying and doing the exact same things all along in private, but now I’m doing it in public—it’s very weird to have all these invisible eyes on you. But for me, it’s more about starting a conversation. Everything is being swept under the rug—especially here in Hollywood—and it’s just not acceptable. I’m trying to shed light on the reality that in a lot of ways, women are still living in this Mad Men era of male superiority—and I want my life to be less boring. I’ve been lucky. I grew up with an artist father, traveling all over the world, so I’ve always seen things a little differently. When I come back to the States, L.A. in particular, I’m like, “Come on.” I love the women who get up at the Oscars and make a speech—but that’s a one-time thing. We need to start a dialogue about what’s not right and what can be changed quickly. And the way to do that, because it wasn’t done with any great forethought on my part, is by kind of snapping.
What was it like waking up to all that press after tweeting about the misogyny in Hollywood?
I was like, “What the fuck?” It’s weird to have your phone in your hand and to feel this almost conductive energy. You can touch an app and suddenly all these people’s thoughts and opinions on you come flooding through into your brain. Basically, with each new article that comes out, I cringe, like, “Oh God, here we go.” I was misunderstood for a very long time. They trick you into thinking you’re just a commodity, and as a commodity—as a female—you’re really not worth much. And I was like, “Fuck you, yes, I am.”
Can we talk about being misunderstood?
It gets so boring, but I never cared to correct anybody because they didn’t have the awareness to figure it out. It wouldn’t matter if I screamed from the rooftops on Hollywood Boulevard what I was really about. They never understood what to do with me. If people had been smart, they could have monetized the hell out of me. But I’m very glad that they didn’t because I figured out that I just happened to be in the wrong job. I was wearing pants that didn’t fit me and it was very uncomfortable. I was very uncomfortable in my own life.