When I was in my early twenties, my cousin called me in LA and told me I needed to come home immediately (NY) because they’d found cancer in my grandfather’s stomach. I was home within three days and he had already lost his vision and couldn’t eat. It was alarmingly fast.

OMG. I’m so glad you’re okay.

Having spent my entire adult life working in this industry, I’m not surprised. On film sets, actors are treated a lot like babies, which is cushy on one end (sure, we’ll go out at 2am and find you pudding), but on the other, producers frequently assume every complaint is just them being difficult or paranoid. And if…

I have a Facebook friend who posted last night “not naming names, but if you’ve experienced this, write ‘me too.’” She has roughly a thousand friends and this morning there were 300 or so “me too” comments.

I literally squealed when I saw the headline!

I’ve been in the entertainment industry since I was 19 (I’m now 36), albeit behind the camera and in absolutely no way used the way Lilo was, but it’s taken me the last four years as a parent to see how wrong it all is. I never batted an eye when an actor asked me for something with his hand on my ass, or a higher-up…

That’s exactly how I read it. Lilo has been personally praised for her hotness since she was 12, Hollywood has completely warped her view of sexuality and self-worth (among so many other things). She actively brags about how many people she’s slept with/tried to sleep with her. If Weinstein didn’t go after her in a…

I hope that POS grouper is at home shaking in his fucking boots tonight.

Ouuuuch.

God, you’re so right about the help thing. It’s a sickness.

I currently have no copay (thanks, horrendous C-section with 17 complications!) but my circumstances left me with a swollen uterus and swollen bladder that healed together, and something about that alignment makes it a bad idea apparently.

Condoms and BC. But my first child was conceived while taking BC and my second the month after I stopped. Some of my terror is rational; some is based on my terrible experience and the aftermath.

Me too. I trip over my own feet. And also passed.

If MENSA administered it (as they’ve offered), part of it would be spatial awareness, which Donny J doesn’t seem to have a ton of. He couldn’t find a car parked right in front of him. I think he’d score poorly by their measure.

And I agree with you there. I usually gravitate toward the known quantity myself. The last couple of years has opened my eyes to the world beyond.

I would have to hire a babysitter to help on a weekend (not the worst thing, really). A 3yo and a baby together are sheer mayhem on weekends. And I’d have to keep them from jumping on Daddy’s “sensitive areas.” It’s like little kids have a sixth sense where you’re vulnerable.

A big 5 publisher won’t do much for you, either. It took me six months to write a book and entire year shouting from the rooftops for it to sell not enough for the publisher to be happy. Every major piece of publicity I got came from my own efforts. The most they did was put me on the radio in small markets around the…

Oh fuck. I hadn’t even heard.

Dollars to donuts these motherfuckers think women are “expected” to service their husbands. Because MrStu offered to abstain until we could get it done. I’m the one who wasn’t willing to go six months with no sex.

He is 100% a desk job.