Rose McGowan at Wednesday’s Apothic Rose launch party in New York City.
Rose McGowan is letting her hairstyle go to her head.
The newly platinum blond actress says her look is giving her a toughness she hadn’t had before. “Part of [going blond] is because I’ve been told [brunettes] look accessible and pleasing to the men in L.A. so as not to scare them. But then I realized I always scare them so f— it — I’m just going to do whatever I want and I’ve always wanted short platinum blond hair so screw it….The men in Hollywood aren’t men men — they’re guys like [whispers] Judd Apatow.”
She says this last part while making a face to suggest that Apatow doesn’t chop his own wood, and adds, “Real men are hard to come by.”
McGowan is so fierce during our recent interview on the Rooftop Terrace at Gramercy Park Hotel, it is hard to believe that the whole point in her talking to me is to promote the limited edition rose wine, Apothic Rose (pronounced like the flower, hence the hiring of McGowan; get it?).
Simply put, she seems like the type of female to slam back some tequila shots while bemoaning the state of Hollywood instead of sipping on wine.
“I only drink Rosé, isn’t that funny?” she says in a way that makes me feel it isn’t contractually obligated. “I like it ghetto style — I usually pop an ice cube in it to chill it and take the sweetness out of it.”
McGowan came to the hotel fresh off of a flight from Australia, where she’s working on a piece for Ridley Scott’s Black Dog Films. “I’m determined to change the demographic of the DGA — the f—ers. All old white men,” she says with a shake of her head.
If you can’t tell by now, McGowan isn’t afraid to let loose on the current battle of the sexes in Hollywood. “It’s all frat guys; they condone sexism. The execs and the agents. They are people who went to law school and it wasn’t sexy enough so they wanted to come have sex with actresses. It’s not like they want to be a part of great film making or anything.”
Considering McGowan’s current stance on the other sex, it’s surprising to learn she has a boyfriend, the performance artist and DJ, Davey Detail (“I’m not a dater,” she says, seriously. “I’m a serial monogamist.”).
But just because she’s in love doesn’t mean she’s going to do what he likes. She points to her hair: “He likes long, dark hair. So I’m like: ‘Suck it!.’”
