Foster starts out talking about her own experiences:
I have no memories of a childhood
outside the public eye. I am told people look to me as a success story … I have neurotically adapted to the gladiator sport of celebrity
culture, the cruelty of a life lived as a moving target. In my era,
through discipline and force of will, you could still manage to reach
for a star-powered career and have the authenticity of a private life … If I were a
young actor or actress starting my career today in the new era of social
media and its sanctioned hunting season, would I survive? …
said it before and I will say it again: if I were a young actor today I
would quit before I started. If I had to grow up in this media culture,
I don’t think I could survive it emotionally.
She eventually turns to talk of 10-year-old Stewart in “Panic Room”:
In 2001 I spent 5 months with Kristen Stewart on the set of “Panic Room”
mostly holed up in a space the size of a Manhattan closet. We talked
and laughed for hours, sharing spontaneous mysteries and venting our
boredom. I grew to love that kid.
There’s a weird part where Foster sees Stewart (presumably Stewart) as a white-haired child playing on the beach.
Then Foster ends with:
Yes, you are changed by the awful wake of reckoning they leave behind.
You trust less. You calculate your steps. You survive. Hopefully in the
process you don’t lose your ability to throw your arms in the air again
and spin in wild abandon. That is the ultimate F.U. and–finally–the
most beautiful survival tool of all. Don’t let them take that away from
Um…. OK. Foster certainly has some good points to make, but do you think the entire essay is kind of weird?