Me too, again. So when I was sixteen, I was walking down the street in New York and a guy stopped me. He said he made movies and I had a very special look and he'd love to cast me in something. I told him to get lost, but he wrote down his name and all his credits and insisted he was for real. He spent twenty minutes trying to convince me he was not hitting on me. He was believable. I finally got curious a day or two later and called. He invited me to where he was editing and said we could hang out. I got a really different vibe on the phone than I had in person, so I hung up on him. I was upset, my secret dream was to be an actor, so I was totally disappointed. I always wondered if maybe I overreacted, maybe he wasn't being creepy. I looked so young when I was sixteen, really I was a child. I didn't really think of relating to adults that way so I had trouble imagining they really wanted to relate to me like that. Well, all my wondering if I made the right call ended last night when I was catching up with news online on CNN. I'd never forget his name because I had written it in my address book so I saw it for years after. Plus I see it in credits every now and again. James Toback. Really glad I never visited that editing suite. And so glad all these stories are coming out, I hope it continues. And I also hope we don't concentrate on just the monsters...there's so many ways in which women are objectified and belittled by all of us, not just men. I hope and pray my daughter knows a better world.

“My closest friends are James Toback, Roman Polanski, Warren Beatty, Bob Evans — these are the guys who have helped me and given me the best advice.”