I acted in a few plays when I was younger. Once I played a *cop, which taught me nothing about being a cop. I did not tell the world I was “open to” becoming a cop after closing night and expect everyone to pat my head for it.
And I’m not sure I believe any woman in Hollywood in the 21st century had “never thought about” adoption. Good gracious, Woman, have you had your head in a barrel?
“When I held the baby for the first time – our baby in the movie… they were twins, they were two little twin Ethiopian boys[…]. […] But when you hold that baby, you can really see how easy it is to just love another child that is not yours. Really, such a simple thing.”
When you hold that–those–um–Well, you just love it–them–immediately. Which one is this again, Edward or Jacob?
Adoption doesn’t feel simple to me. It doesn’t feel like a cheap way to prove your new magical ability to love black people, either. It feels complicated and confusing.
But hey, when I held that gun for the first time….
*I also played a Royal Wizard. Yet I suck at royal wizardry, whatever that is. And the script says I was supposed to have a “long blue robe covered with golden owls,” but did I get it? I did not, but I am open to wearing one. Oh yes I am.