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was in a bar in Chelsea, people just looked baffled as Russell continued.
    â€œHe’s a guy who hasn’t told the truth to the American people about where he stands on the important issues and will turn back equality for women, blacks, Latinos, and gays. I could certainly go on and on.”
    â€œYou actually have been going on and on,” I said. “Ever since I got in your fucking car.”
    â€œAll I want to say is that Money Mitt works for the corporations.”
    â€œYour arguments are all bullshit . . . and half of America agrees with me,” I said. “Tax breaks will entice the rich to invest in this economy and privatizing the social services like healthcare, education, and even social security will make it competitive, making them more responsible.”
    At this everyone just laughed, as if I’d made a joke. We’d had too many drinks to have a serious discussion.
    â€œWait, wait, wait,” I said. “Aren’t you worth over $300 million? Suddenly, you’re angry at other people who have made it?”
    â€œBecause I’m rich, I can’t have opinions?”
    â€œYou can’t try to discredit Mitt, when you might actually be richer than he is,” I said. “At least before you started bankrolling Obama’s campaign?”
    â€œShe’s got you there,” George said. At this, the table erupted with laughter. Everyone knew “Uncle Russ” was rich as hell, and I think George loved seeing me put Russell in his place.
    â€œI’m not having a political conversation with a bunch of drunks,” I said, as I tipped back my flute. “Me included.”
    It was a challenging night—filled with arguing and accusations. But I was used to it. In Clueless , I had a line that always caused laughter in the theaters. My character Dionne is waiting to play tennis, when a classmate complains about having to participate in the athletic activities in phys ed.
    â€œMy plastic surgeon says to avoid activities where balls fly at your face,” she complains.
    â€œThere goes your social life,” I quip. I’ve always loved the script of that movie, and that was my favorite line by far. To this day, fans come up to me, say that line, and it cracks me up.
    In a way, as I sat there with my friends, I felt that sentiment.
    Dare to speak out about a hotly contested presidential election? When you’re black? When you’re an actress? When you’re a woman?
    There goes your social life .
    My evening was a perfect demonstration of how hard it is for one side to really understand the other. I think Hollywood feels more comfortable welcoming directors who are accused pedophiles, famous actresses who are also thieves, boxers who are convicted rapists, directors who push cocaine, rappers who sell heroin, singers who solicit prostitutes, and actors who beat up their women than a Republican into their midst. In fact, people who fit into those categories still enjoy the professional adoration of their peers in Hollywood, even amidst the suspicion and guilt. It’s like the only thing that can really ruin your reputation as a celebrity is to come out as a Republican.
    Why does liberalism have such a stranglehold on Hollywood?
    Because literally everyone they know is just like them. For all their talk of “diversity,” the people in Hollywood only like diversity if it’s skin-deep. They love to create friend groups that include blacks, whites, different ethnicities, and gays. But if the “diversity” extends to anything more than sexual preferences and skin color, they don’t know what to do. The “diversity” in Hollywood is the easy kind—getting along with people who think and act exactly like you. That’s why they didn’t know how to categorize me when I spoke out against their deeply held beliefs. They like easy-to-digest “diversity,” and I was making them think.
    Yes, there are