On Masters of Sex, especially in the pilot, everybody was showing up word-perfect, and youre expected to show up word-perfect.

There's definitely a luxury to the fluidity of not being a mega-star. I've done a ton of really, really odd, off-the-wall movies. There's this movie I did called 'Queens of Country' a couple of summers ago that is so bananas, and if I was at a certain level, I probably would not have done that movie.

If you're raised in a household where questions are encouraged, you're the minority. It's sad. One of the things that has resonated the most for me is that, in the '50s, if your sex life was unfulfilling, it was your fault, as a woman. It was never the man's fault. Millions of women thought they were working with faulty equipment. If they couldn't have orgasms from having sex with their husbands, then they were broken. That's insane, and everybody believed it.

You'd be surprised. Girls like sensitive, namby-pamby guys.

I was a weird tomboy most of my life. I didn't see the power in my own female form for quite a long time. Maybe that's a good thing.

I usually don't know how to fight hard for roles. I've certainly sent a passionate letter or two... which always leads nowhere.

I'm also 31 years old. It's not like I'm some kid who can be slapped across the newspaper pages like some harlot.