People expect to find me one of two things, either a tart or a dumb blonde. I’m neither. The fact is that I’m lonely—in spite of the fastest ride to popularity that any girl ever had. Too much publicity makes you lonely. Suddenly you see people speaking to you and being nice to you. But they never did before, and you feel it’s happening only because you’re now a ‘personality.’ And with me, I know, it would have meant a lot more to have had a few words of encouragement before—when I really needed them.