Perpetual period piece actress Keira Knightley doesn’t have a daughter to speak of at the moment, but if she did, she’d tell her not to become an actress like mom. Because while it may seem cool that Keira got to make out with Orlando Bloom or wear gorgeous corsets for roles, the actress is actually thinking of her daughter’s awkward years — the ones where a pre-teen Knightley would battle braces and pimples, or get sloshed and get asked out. (Yes, even if this girl has Keira’s genes, she will have awkward teen years because that’s only fair.) The British actress reasonably told Elle magazine:
“I’d absolutely tell her not to. I would 150 million trillion percent be totally discouraging. Teenage years should be done privately. You should be going out and getting unbelievably drunk, getting into ridiculous situations, making mistakes. That’s what that time of life is about and we should do that privately.”
Privately. Looking at Hollywood now, it seems that famous families with teenagers like Will and Jada or even the Kardashians don’t remember what it was like to be a teenager. That privacy is a big thing for teenagers — as any teenage boy would attest — and it’s funny that celebrity families think that they can let their teenagers dip into fame with young careers and still grow up under the fame microscope. Jaden Smith is just 15-years-old, and his antics with Kylie Jenner, his pseduo-philosophy on Twitter, and his white Batsuit at the Kimye wedding are things he probably won’t want held against him five years from now, when he stops being obnoxious. We’ll just continue to poke at it until then, hoping he’ll stop soon.
But to be honest, we all were really obnoxious as teenagers, my amazing self included. We were snotty and stupid. We were thinner and thought that we could eat pizza for three meals a day. It was all okay and excusable though because no one really pays that much attention to non-famous teenagers. Lucky for me, no one will hold it against me that I experimented with way too much lilac colored eye shadow for junior prom, that it might’ve been my fault that a girl got a concussion during Homecoming Week, or that I promptly fell down a staircase and sprained my ankle when my crush offered to walk me to the school bus parking lot. While I’m sorry about the concussion, I don’t dwell too much on my teenage self — probably because my mental hard drive has decided to override all of the embarrassment but also because I got to make my mistakes on my own. Though my mom will remind me of the bad makeup.
And hey, Keira will do the same for her daughter, who unfortunately won’t be an actress but will get the benefit of growing up anyway she wants — messily, obnoxiously, and privately.