Females get hired along procreative lines. After 40, we're kind of cooked.

Some of my memories will never return. They are lost - along with the crippling feeling of defeat and hopelessness. Not a tremendous price to pay.

We treat beauty like an accomplishment, and that is insane. Everyone in L.A. says, 'Oh, you look good,' and you listen for them to say you've lost weight. It's never 'How are you?' or 'You seem happy!'

My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.