#176
Posted: 6/21/07 at 9:59pm
>Why are people surprised when an actor seems less than thrilled to be stopped and gushed at when they are going about their personal business? I'm sure those who posted were polite, but still.<
I don't think I would be very nice if someone stopped me out of the blue. I get stopped many times a day by people asking for money or trying to tell me about their religion or trying to sell me something--Mormons used to harass me daily (no kidding--they would follow me onto trains and try to grill me about my personal life and religious beliefs...politely excusing myself and ignoring them didn't work) until I told them to f*ck off. So hair-triggered are my instincts from living here that I think I'd assume someone was trying to hustle me, and then just walk away quickly.
This evening I made the huge error of pausing for two seconds on a street corner to see which street I was on. When I turned back around, a guy was right THERE and said, "Hi..." I think I put my hand up and then I hurried away. I didn't stop or respond. Which is why in the unlikely event of someone coming up to me on the street and saying, "I'm an agent and would love to audition you for this awesome movie," I'd probably scamper off in a huff before s/he could utter more than a syllable.
Which is why I never bug actors when I recognize them. 'Cuz you never know how their day is going. I keep my starstruck fangirly displays of shamelessness at stage doors. :) I've seen Jennifer Ehle at the Duane Reade on West 79th. She smiled at me, but I didn't engage her at all. I really wanted to congratulate her on her Tony nomination, but I just can't seem to break into anyone's personal space.
I don't think I would be very nice if someone stopped me out of the blue. I get stopped many times a day by people asking for money or trying to tell me about their religion or trying to sell me something--Mormons used to harass me daily (no kidding--they would follow me onto trains and try to grill me about my personal life and religious beliefs...politely excusing myself and ignoring them didn't work) until I told them to f*ck off. So hair-triggered are my instincts from living here that I think I'd assume someone was trying to hustle me, and then just walk away quickly.
This evening I made the huge error of pausing for two seconds on a street corner to see which street I was on. When I turned back around, a guy was right THERE and said, "Hi..." I think I put my hand up and then I hurried away. I didn't stop or respond. Which is why in the unlikely event of someone coming up to me on the street and saying, "I'm an agent and would love to audition you for this awesome movie," I'd probably scamper off in a huff before s/he could utter more than a syllable.
Which is why I never bug actors when I recognize them. 'Cuz you never know how their day is going. I keep my starstruck fangirly displays of shamelessness at stage doors. :) I've seen Jennifer Ehle at the Duane Reade on West 79th. She smiled at me, but I didn't engage her at all. I really wanted to congratulate her on her Tony nomination, but I just can't seem to break into anyone's personal space.