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While I was growing up all over, in all my different schools, I was always doing theater, auditioning for plays. I have passions, and I was passionate about human rights. I am passionate about human rights. What’s interesting is that what I’m doing as my profession — what’s bringing in, you know, the money — has switched. Now I’m working with a wonderful woman’s charity in my off time, and I’m acting now, for money or whatever. It’s just swapped for me.
So I went back and got another degree on the production side of Radio and Television, and I was working at a radio station, doing radio documentaries — just kind of figuring it out. I was approached by Much Music in Canada, which is like MTV, I guess, down here. I had never thought of hosting, but a really good friend of mine said, “This is the most empowered platform to speak to young people about the issues that you care about, which is why you’re in this in the first place.” So I was like, “Yeah, no, it makes perfect sense.” And so that’s what I started doing. I took the job and started presenting.
But then I realized all the kids I was working with — I was working on youth based projects — they weren’t really reading the policy briefings. They weren’t really interested in that. They were far more interested in The Daily Show and Michael Moore’s documentaries, and so I figured, “Ok, I’ve got to learn how to speak your language.”
[ON THE SET OF NEW GIRL] The accommodations are great. I have turned my trailer into a bed; there are long days or you have night shoots, and it’s nice to be able to curl up in your own duvet with your own pillow and sleep.
It’s kind of like camp, like what most people would do at a sorority or something. Just girls on a couch eating weird Vienna sausages and McDonald’s happy meals, in boxers, watching MTV jams. That’s how I can describe it best. It was interesting because we’d be picked up in limos by party promoters, but we only had $200-a-week advances. We’d have to hop the subway.
I just went with a suitcase, and they put you in a model’s apartment. You’re kind of taken care of. But not really. Nobody really gives a shit what you’re doing. You’re going out every night with party promoters twice your age. But they are giving you a key to an apartment and you live on bunk beds with like eight other girls in a two-bedroom apartment, and they charge everybody $1,000 to live there.
So they were like, ”Here’s our card, send us pictures, Polaroids, no makeup.” We took the pictures and sent them to New York, and the next thing you know they’re bringing us in, doing photo shoots. It was absolutely crazy. I have pictures of myself from 15, 16 years old in sheer clothes, looking like a heroin addict. When I look back at it now, I’m like, “What is happening?” I had to get really savvy really young. Thank God I had a good head on my shoulders. Who sends their kid out when they’re 15 years old with no chaperone? New York, Milan. It’s crazy.
Turns out he was just coming over to lick me. He knew exactly who I was and he missed me. And then I trained him to ride like a horse. I would bring him over to the fence so that I could climb up on the fence and grab a hold of his scruff on the back of his neck, and he wouldn’t do anything. He’d just be like, “What is happening?” I started throwing rocks at his feet while sitting on his back, and eventually he would walk away to try to get away from the rocks. I got hurt a couple times, but it was worth it. Eventually he figured it out. People would drive by and then talk about it at the corner store. “You see that girl out there ridin’ cows?”
I had a cow named Jake; I raised him in the coop, bottle-fed him, and we’d hang out. I would take naps with him. And then one day — I think I’d gone off to summer camp — I came back and Jake had been moved to the pasture. So I went out to see him, and he saw me from really far away and he just started charging at me. And I’m like, “Oh, fuck.”