I have friends who remember seeing fish hauled onto a boat's deck and beaten to death.

Chickens, cows, and pigs in factory farms spend their whole lives in filthy, cramped conditions, only to die a prolonged and painful death.

I moved out to LA, got an agent, started auditioning. I didn't know anything about how it worked. And since I was really bad, luckily, I didn't get any of those parts.

I'm tired of answering questions about myself.

Definitely, my approach is me-oriented. I feel like my job is to safeguard the believability of the emotions of the character.

My mom has a good way of engaging me in a conversation about the choices I make, listening, being objective and open-minded, and respecting those choices so long as they don't put me in danger.

I have friends who remember seeing fish hauled onto a boat's deck and beaten to death.