Hello. My Name Is Sharon Stone. And I’m 56.
People keep asking me why I tell people I’m 56 all the time. It’s a bit judgmental, but I think it’s soft to pretend anything. The Dalai Lama says, “No matter what you say, that’s what you are!” The truth is upon us. You can be a walking mess of lies, but you will look like a walking mess of lies.
I love it when people say, “In Hollywood, you’re not allowed to get older.” Really, who gives a shit what Hollywood thinks about anything? I’ve been here a long time: I’ve seen ‘em come and I’ve seen ‘em go — studio executives, like Kleenex. The few that have stayed in their jobs really know their jobs, they’re talented and they’re not the bullshitters.
But it’s not like I go into a room thinking, “I’m 56.” It’s not the way I greet people or think about myself. I go to an audition or meeting and think, “Even if this part wasn’t written for me or a female, I might be the best one to play the judge or the policeman.” Yes, I’ve gotten parts that way. I’ve said, “I think the film is too male-heavy. You don’t have a woman in it. It would really benefit the film.” And yes, I’ve found people respond well to that. I’ve said: “It would benefit you to consider me.” For whatever — the part you might have hired Gene Hackman to play.
And, yes, I believe there can be a movie plot where the leading hot guy who’s 43 falls for me instead of the 25-year-old girl. Jesus, every time I go into a Starbucks, some 20-year-old guy throws himself at me! Although it might be because he knows there’s a meal at the end of it. But these young guys know the sex would be better. Read the rest of this entry »