Every time I am in danger of believing the glamour of my own press, some incident inevitably brings me back to earth.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If you are in the job for glamour, you're in for the shock of your life. The media is a huge shark pool.
I used to shy away from publicity so as not to let it get in the way of the work. But it's part of the job. The tabloids are a whole other arena. If fame happens, it happens. I just want to maintain focus.
I'm lucky that, despite all the bad press I've had over the years, the public still seems to like me.
Most of the press is sent to my publicist so I do see most of what is written about me.
I am committed to glamour.
I advocate glamour. Every day. Every minute.
I've had a lot of glamour come my way in the last 10 years - you know, movie stars and mansions and red carpets and trips to Europe and crazy stuff I never would have imagined - and I look at them as if I'm the bartender in the corner of the room. They've never gone into my psyche. I look at them with distance, and wonder.
The press made me something I really wasn't and I tried to live up to what they made me.
A lot of people assume that once you're working in Hollywood you become some sort of glamour-diva, which could not be further from the truth about me.
I've long since stopped worrying about how I'm portrayed in the press because ultimately it's not that important. Everyone who knows me knows I do what I do with the greatest integrity.