Can’t you tell just by the ear-to-ear shit-eating grin?
Your girl Kristen Stewart appeared for the first time as the cover model on the June issue of Elle and while girlfriend looks moderately happy about it, she still looks uncomfortable as all holy hell. Stewart dishes on a little bit of everything during her interview with the mag and covers topics like privacy, acting, romance and her signature awkwardness. Natch.
On the madness that has become her life:
“It’s insane! Once somebody finds out, you have to get the hell out of wherever you are. People freak out. And the photographers, they’re vicious. They’re mean. They’re like thugs. I don’t event want to drive around by myself anymore. It’s fucking dangerous.”
On her loss of privacy:
“Somebody knocked on my hotel room door and asked for a light, then said that they were a big fan. I was like, ‘Do you really need me to light your cigarette? How do you know what room I’m in?’ I can’t be by myself and I like being by myself.”
On criticism of her public manner:
“I think it’s funny that when I go onstage to accept an award, they think I’m nervous, uncomfortable, and awkward—and I am—but those are bad words for them.”
On her red-carpet demeanor:
“People say that I’m miserable all the time. It’s not that I’m miserable, it’s just that somebody’s yelling at me…I literally, sometimes, have to keep myself from crying…It’s a physical reaction to the energy that’s thrown at you.”
On Team Edward vs. Team Jacob:
“I would never cheapen my relationships by talking about them. People say, ‘Just say who you’re dating. Then people will stop being so ravenous about it.’ It’s like, No they won’t! They’ll ask for specifics.”
“I hate it when they say I don’t give a shit, because nobody cares more than I do. I’m telling you I don’t know anybody who does this that gives a shit more than I do.”
Now what, haters? Stewart finally speaks out about her put-upon sense of awkwardness (duh, it’s real!) and tells people, contrary to popular belief, she actually does give a fuck even though she pulls that “not-giving-a-fuck” thing off so damned well. Now if she’d only viscerally admit to boinking Robert Pattinson, my life might be complete.