I like to think of my behavior in the sixties as a 'learning experience.' Then again I like to think of anything stupid I've done as a 'learning experience.' It makes me feel less stupid.

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

Here in L.A. the standard of beauty is kind of ridiculous. I want to be doing this when I'm in my fifties and sixties and this isn't what I'm going to look like.

That attitude toward women as objects may have worked for the late Sixties but it doesn't do so now.