We didn't have movies in this little mining town. When I was 12 my mom took me to New York and I saw Bye Bye Birdie, with people singing and dancing, and that was it.

I guess I came to terms with my demons. Or else I'd be in big trouble, wouldn't I? Horrifying as it was to crack up in the public eye, it made me look at myself and fix it. People were exploitative; that's human nature. I'll tell you, being pretty crazy while being chased by the National Enquirer is not good. The British tabloids were the worst. But you take the cards you're dealt, and I got better. I'm now ferociously healthy in body and mind. You couldn't pay me to go near a psychiatrist again. Stopping seeing them was my first step to getting well.

I was very active in the peace movement, still am.

My grandson sees me as Lois on TV every Christmas, and that scores me points.

I remember laughing an inordinate amount of time. Setting up scenes that involve ooze coming out basements, or pigs' heads flying through windows is really fun. How could you not laugh?

I'll have that inscribed on my damn grave. I still get stopped for being Lois Lane, and I'm 60 and have two grandchildren. So it's kind of weird.

Just the dream of every aging has-been actress who slipped out in public is to work with a bunch of gay boys.