I’ve always been sort of addicted to genre-jumping. I’ve never been in the mood to do the same thing I did last time. Hence, me going from ‘Big Love’ to romantic comedy, to period film I can’t sit still.
I’ve never smoked crack. I’ve never done most things, drug-wise. But I assume that the experience I had watching Lost is the experience that crack addicts have smoking crack.
I am much more open to plural marriage than I was before, and I now support it in certain situations. I do believe it is right for some people. But our example in America today is gross abuse – I can’t support it in fundamentalist compounds.
I come from theater, and doing period stuff is so whimsical and imaginative and so outside any frame of reference than I have ever had so I prefer that just in terms of fun factor.
I can safely say that other than macaroni and cheese, there’s no processed food in my life. There’s no inorganic food in my life these days. There’s no junk food. There’s not a lot of sugar. There’s no soy. I mean, really everything that’s going into my body is pretty pure.
