"I find the feminist movement very strange. You’d never see a bunch of men saying we’re going to burn our jockstraps." Collins quips. "I’m a feminist in my own way."
Doonan flips through a stack of cards, reading through questions from the audience.
"Who is the ultimate Hollywood wife?" he asks, "Candy Spelling?"
"I like Candy a lot; she’s a wonderful woman," says Collins. "She wears jewelry with her track suit."
And what does she think of Hollywood’s young stars, Doonan asks? "You could pluck them from a premiere and put them on a street corner," snaps Collins. "They all look like hookers." She also despises their revealed thongs — something she calls "the plumber look" — and all those yoga-loving L.A. denizens who promote a false spirituality.
"They do all this, then they diet and inject poison into their faces and they go upstairs and do coke," says Collins.
Still, it’s Hollywood’s bad behavior that has kept Collins in business. "People behave so badly," she says. "I like to chronicle those people. It’s more fun. What I write is more true than the tabloids."
And the people who behave badly always seek Collins out when they’re ready to confess. "People tell me everything," she says. "A rock star came up to me at a party and said, ‘I’m going to tell you about me and these triplets.’ I made it twins in my book. Then I saw him after the book came out and he said, ‘I’m very mad at you. I told you — it was triplets.’"