As An Adult, I Can't Blame My

I Don't Get Sent Anything Strange Like Underwear. I Get Sent Cookies.

I Can't Write. I Would Love To. I Don't Really Have An Interest In It, To Be Honest. I'll Leave That To My Fiance.

I Think We Have To Change Our Perspective. I Don't Think Life Stops After 50 - If Anything, It Gets More And More Exciting. For Some Reason, We Don't Honor Or Pay Respect To Aging. It's Something That We Look At As A Negative, And Yet Every Single Person On This Planet Does It. I Don't Understand Why It's Not Something That's Celebrated, Why There's Some Sort Of An Expiration Date On Who You Are As A Person Worth Watching And A Story Being Told About You. It Makes Absolutely No Sense.

When I First Got An Agent, They Gave Me Some Advice--lose Weight.

I'm Really Happy. Really! I Think People Honestly Just Want To See Me As A Mum And Married And Barefoot And Pregnant In The Kitchen. And I Just Want To Say, 'everybody, Relax! It's Going To Happen.'