Sometimes to amuse myself I left the set at the end of the day with the fake blood still on my face or a giant wound, and I’d stop at the grocery store on my way home. I would do it to test the public, to see how they reacted to a wounded woman. Nobody asked to help me. Not once. They would just avoid eye contact and look down at the floor. It gave me great insight into the invisibility of an abused woman. Note to society: you should always ask if a woman needs help if they look abused. Do the right thing. Be bold and be brave.
