I was up for a role and I went in character, focused and whatnot. And they said, “That’s the director’s favorite pick, they absolutely love her, but can she come back in with a tight black dress, with her face all done real nice?” And I said, “That’s not the character! No, that doesn’t make any sense! Why would I do that?” And they said, “Because they need to know if you’re pretty enough to put you on the cover of a magazine.” And I told them this: they don’t want me. They don’t want me then, because this is how you put someone on the cover of a magazine – you get a fucking backdrop, you get a photographer, you take a picture, and you print that shit out. That’s how you put someone on the cover of a magazine. The camera will not break, unless I fucking break it with my hand.
Real life Wonder Woman, get a clue Hollywood and notice this amazing woman.