Being Me Right Now Is

I'm Not Strong-willed Actually. I'm A Complete Pushover. I Love To Be Told What To Do.

The Poor Oscars - They Always Get Slammed In The Press.

I Resent Having Witnessed The Survival Of Some Very Mediocre Male Actors And The Professional Demise Of The Very Brilliant Female Ones.

Women Are Always Self-effacing And Self-denying. There's A Term That Enrages Me, And I Always Used To Swear That I'd Never Play Characters Described That Way. The Term Is "long-suffering."

I've Not Won Different Awards - Many, Many Times - So Luckily I've Practiced That Whenever You Are Nominated For Anything, You Enter Into This Marvelous, Fantabulous Bubble Called The Bubble Of Nomination. The Minute The Envelope Is Opened And Your Name Isn't Called Out, The Bubble Bursts. And No One Calls You Up The Next Day To Say, 'so Sorry You Didn't Win,' Or 'you Looked Gorgeous - Nothing. If You Win, You Get About Another 24 Hours In That Lovely Bubble And Then - Pop - You Are Slightly Wet All Over From The Bubble And Realize That You Have To Get On With Real Life.