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“I grew up very privileged with my mother,” she says. “But my dad didn’t live like that. And I think experiencing both sides has been helpful. My father had mattresses on the floor of his apartments. He lived in cabins and trailer parks. He just didn’t have much money.” Did she ever think, “Ugh, do I have to go back to Dad’s again?” “Actually, my memories of growing up with him were so colourful and eccentric and fun. It was a good vibe, you know? When I was like eight I told Paris Escorts him, ‘I want to grow up and be poor like you!’ He was eating a bowl of cereal. I didn’t realise how wildly offensive that was!”

For a while she went to a regular school in the Valley, but the constant security detail made life difficult. So home schooling made more sense, particularly with all her travelling. Besides, she liked school. “I had like a bad reaction to authority, like mean teachers, or just a rude movie ticket person – anyone abusing their power. It really irritated me. So I was like super-shy but still kind of strong in myself. I was weird.”
She took to writing and directing films at home, casting her friends and bossing them about. “I was pretty hardcore. I made my friends cry because I wanted the tears to be authentic. But it was mostly horror. Once I discovered that escort Paris ketchup could be blood, things went downhill from there.”
Her ambitions took a turn in her tweens, though. “I know people say like, ‘Oh I saw Alfred Hitchcock, or Citizen Kane but, for me, it was The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys with Emile Hirsch. And Moulin Rouge. I was 12 and I was like, ‘Wow, I want to be Nicole Kidman, she made me feel so sad!’ I remember thinking how fulfilling it would be to do that, which is a escort big concept for a kid.”
Her attentions now turned to acting, she began talking to herself, pretending to be distraught, delighted, terrified. She made herself cry in front of the mirror. “That’s like the first sign that your child is going to be an actor. Is she crying in front of the mirror? The second one is: Paris is she emotionally unstable?” It wasn’t attention she wanted. During a performance of Winnie the Pooh, she came on stage as Roo, took one look at the info crowd and ran off in tears. “I thought you had to be super-confident to be an actor. But you don’t. You just have to be super fucked up!”


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