Contributing Monkie V Ol Blak
Published on June 20, 2009
Calling Cameron Diaz just a celebrity is selling her way too short. I mean, lumping her in with the likes of Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, and that Spencer Pratt guy, is just wrong. Yes, she is part of the Hollywood buzzing engine, and yes, she is the highest paid actress in town, but she doesn’t act like it. She acts more like a Green Peace volunteer than a super celeb. When the magazine Marie Claire, asked Cameron to be their Cover Girl for the upcoming July issue, she turned the tables and asked them to come along with her as she filmed a documentary about what people are willing to do to save themselves, the planet and just maybe our future.
As Cameron hit the streets to talk with the average person, she quickly came to some sad conclusions, we really might just be screwed. “I want to leave you with this thought,” Diaz says to the woman. “After all you’ve told me . . . what would it take for you to do something to change your environment?” The woman, speechless, looks like she’s going to cry.
“I’m sad,” Diaz says later, in the car on the way to a Mexican joint for dinner. “It’s just sad.” She drains a plastic water bottle and tosses it on the floor of the car. “And I’m unhappy about the waste I just produced.” Diaz and Dylan, sitting next to her in the backseat, conclude that we as a people are summarily, environmentally “fucked.” In fact, that quickly becomes the leitmotif of the trip, and it cracks them up every time. Diaz, out of the blue: “You know what we are?” Dylan: “Let me guess—fucked?” More after the jump.
Cameron Diaz’s Excellent Adventure (via Marie Claire)
Cameron Diaz and MC executive editor Lucy Kaylin lit out for America to learn what worries us most about the environment.
At a little before 9 a.m., the buzzer rings.
“Hi, it’s Cameron,” goes the chirpy, disembodied voice. Downstairs she’s casually texting on my front step, 10 feet from the hybrid SUV waiting to whisk us to the airport. Easy, surfer-girl smile and we’re off to the local Starbucks for fuel, where she’ll bound into the place like a local.
There is something terribly wrong with Cameron Diaz. It’s as though she missed the memo about being a global star—the highest-earning actress in Hollywood, thanks largely to some nimble voice work as the ogress Fiona in the Shrek franchise. At her level of influence and wealth, Diaz, the star of this month’s My Sister’s Keeper, really ought to be criminally precious, aloof, and entitled—not humping her own luggage (a buttery Prada satchel atop a rolly bag) through LaGuardia Airport, entourage-free, smiling and waving at the passengers crumpling slack-jawed at the sight of her. “I’m very good on my own,” she’ll tell me later. “I’m very adaptable and self-sufficient. I can pretty much take care of any situation.”
Full article on marieclaire.com