Hollywood adults are pretty strange. No matter how they got here—by what method, what path—if they’ve carved out a place for themselves, it’s because they’re exceptionally skilled at something. That “something” can be anything—from knowing how to freak off at the right time, to hoarding baby oil like a pro.

But it can also be the ability to be hyper-politically correct, or to endlessly cycle through the same ten genres from the past few decades using either the three-act or five-act structure, or that inexplicable talent for leaping from indie obscurity straight into the Oscars.

Everyone’s pretty clear-eyed—this isn’t life, it’s work. Privately, some are very reserved. Some are wild. Some have unusual kinks. But people don’t interfere with one another.

I’m not even sure if that’s a good thing or not.