I live two hours and a lifetime away from Los Angeles. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about that. My mother’s an actress, I told the kids on the playground, or my father is a producer, both marginally true and also total fabrications. Hollywood is complicated, even when you’re five. Later, much later, to valets and doormen and shopkeepers and receptionists, to bartenders and nameless boys and maybe even you: I work for [insert FAMOUS ACTRESS/ACTOR/ COMPOSER/ETC.], true enough, although of questionable value. The reflected glow of someone else’s star power.
Here, 120 miles to the south, I have a variety of freelance jobs that have nothing to do with Hollywood. I run errands that have nothing to do with Fred Segal or Smashbox or Pantera Sera’s newest club. I have a dog who can’t fit in my purse. It’s dark out here. I still need a flashlight.
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This is the most honest description, and hilarious. I live 10 blocks, maybe 12 from Shanna and she’s described herself and everything else the way it is, or isn’t. She feigns nothing. And I love that about her. But, aren’t all mothers actresses, Shanna?
Yeah, probably. No empirical evidence, because I’m not a mother, but sometimes I fake it for the dog. Pretty sure my mother holds the dubious distinction of being the only (fake) Ellie Mae Clampett, at least the only one I know, but that’s a whole other story.
Loved this, my only complaint.. I want to read more.
Just an FYI, your website totally crashed out our computer. Bigtime.
YMMV but there ya go.
All I can say is: Shanna lives too far away from me. And I totally plan on acting the part of mother when it happens (and it’s imminent). You have to fake it to make it, right?
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