Do you ever get depressed when reporting some of the sleazier and sadder bits of Hollywood gossip? Like when you discover that a previously admired actress turns out to be, say, Fake à la Ferocity? Seems like your job could be emotionally draining. Does it ever get to you, and if so, how do you deal?
No. Never. But if I do find myself even approaching feeling something remotely close to self-pity, I just ask myself, ‘What would Angie do?’ ‘Screw Brad!’ I answer back, and then suddenly, for some reason, I feel all better.