Here Is Alec Baldwin's Epic Farewell Essay, Titled 'I Give Up'

I’d heard from other people that he was potentially very difficult to
work with, but I always ignore that because people say the same thing
about me. When he showed up, he seemed like a lot of young actors
today—scattered, as he was coming from making six movies in a row or
whatever.

There was friction between us from the beginning. LaBeouf seems
to carry with him, to put it mildly, a jailhouse mentality wherever he
goes. When he came to rehearsal, he was told it was important to
memorize his lines. He took that to heart and learned all his lines in
advance, even emailing me videos in which he read aloud his lines from
the entire play. To prove he had put in the time. (What else do you do
in jail?) I, however, do not learn my lines in advance. So he began to
sulk because he felt we were slowing him down. You could tell right away
he loves to argue. And one day he attacked me in front of everyone. He
said, “You’re slowing me down, and you don’t know your lines. And if you
don’t say your lines, I’m just going to keep saying my lines.”

We all sat, frozen. I snorted a bit, and, turning to him in front
of the whole cast, I asked, “If I don’t say my words fast enough,
you’re going to just say your next line?” I said. “You realize the lines
are written in a certain order?” He just glared at me.

OMG this all sounds AMAZING, you guys. We should all do a play with Baldwin and LaBeouf. In fact, every play should just be Baldwin and LaBeouf. Forever. Baldwin elaborates more on how LaBeouf got fired (not by his doing, he asserts), and notes—rather poignantly—”He had that card, that card you get when you make films that make a lot
of money that gives you a certain kind of entitlement. I think he was
surprised that it didn’t work in the theater.”

Then in June, all hell broke loose with Baldwin’s public image, thanks to a Twitter-tantrum Baldwin had over a Daily Mail article.
Here’s what he has to say about that time he called a reporter who
accused his wife of live-tweeting Gandolfini’s funeral a “toxic
little queen”:

I ended up attacking a reporter who wrote in the Daily Mail
online that my wife was tweeting from Jimmy’s funeral. He was wrong—in
fact, at a later time, she had retweeted items whose original time code
matched the time of the funeral. In my rage, however, I called him a “toxic little queen,” and,
thus, Anderson Cooper, the self-appointed Jack Valenti of gay media
culture, suggested I should be “vilified,” in his words. I didn’t feel
bad about the incident.

“At the time, I didn’t view
‘toxic little queen’ as a homophobic
statement,” writes Baldwin. “I didn’t realize how those words could give
offense, and I’m
sorry for that.”

And don’t forget, this is all going on during the time he’s trying to make a go with MSNBC and his talk show.

So I’m going to go on MSNBC, and people are speculating, “Oh,
here he comes! Crazy liberal! And what’s he going to do? Is he going to
try to give Bill Maher a run for his money? Is he going to try to give
Jon Stewart a run for his money?” And I think, Are you out of your fucking mind? Those
men are stars of established, highly successful shows. That’s never
going to happen. My show was meant to be as harmless and inoffensive as
could be. There was one theme to the 52 episodes of the WNYC podcast and
only one way it worked—the show was about appreciation. I wasn’t out to
get anybody or make anybody look bad, because I know what that’s like.

As with most things that go wrong in life, ultimately, the failure of the show was all Rob Lowe’s fault:

The first name they came up with was Rob Lowe. They said, Rob
Lowe’s going to be in the building. Do you want to interview Rob? I
said, “Not particularly.” Rob’s a famous star of films, TV. He’s Rob
Lowe. He’s famous. But there’s no shortage of outlets for him. And they
looked at me like, You really don’t get it. I think they thought, You should have just said yes, simply to play the game. I should have simply said, “Sure, bring in Rob Lowe.”

Goddamn you, Rob Lowe. When will your tyranny be over?

Meanwhile, the gay media is still out to destroy him (????). As far as the gay slur that landed him in all that trouble after the
stalking trial, Baldwin swears he never said it and goes on to describe
what he says actually went down that day:

What happened is, a TMZ videographer ambushed me as I was putting
my family in a car, and I chased him down the block and said,
“Cocksucking motherfucker” or whatever (when I have some volatile
interaction with these people, I don’t pull out a pen and take notes on
what I said). I knew that guy. This was a guy who is on a bike usually,
and when we get in a car, he follows us. Very aggressive. The same guy
who followed my wife on a bicycle, and when she slipped and fell trying
to dodge him and hurt her leg, he laughed at her and said, “See what I
made you do?” At my wife. How would that make you feel?

Shitty.
We’d all feel really shitty. But we wouldn’t scream “faggot.” Well,
Baldwin says neither would he. And he seems mostly outraged by the fact
that people actually think he said it:

But—I’m sorry, I can’t let go of this—do people really, really
believe that, when I shouted at that guy, I called him a “faggot”
on-camera? Do you honestly believe I would give someone like TMZ’s
Harvey Levin, of all people, another club to beat me with?

So you see, who’s actually to blame for all of this (oh, it’s not
Rob Lowe, got it) is TMZ’s reigning king of gossip mongering, Harvey Levin:

Then this other thing happens with TMZ and then it becomes a
one-two punch. All this is based on the fact of them believing what I
said on a video.

Harvey Levin exists in his own universe. He’s this kind of
cretinous barnacle on the press. Levin told the world that that muffled
sound on the video—Levin wanted everyone to know he knows what it is.
You don’t know, and I don’t know, but Levin knows, and he tells the
world that it’s “faggot.”

I get angry, and I’ve said all sorts of things in anger, but I’d
never use that word. Levin has so little regard for the truth, which is
odd, knowing he was once a legal correspondent for the CBS affiliate in
L.A. He’s also the one who revealed the tape that my ex-wife’s lawyers
provided of me yelling at my daughter seven years ago. Knowing that none
of it would have transpired if I hadn’t left the message in the first
place, I think he hurt my daughter more than anyone.

In the recent video, you see me completely riled up and going
after this guy and you hear me saying “cocksucker” and then some
bisyllabic word that sounds like “faggot”—but wasn’t. Still, it doesn’t
matter. glaad comes after me and Anderson Cooper comes after me and
Andrew Sullivan comes after me, all maintaining that I’m a hateful
homophobe. All based on what Harvey Levin told them.

Baldwin was fired by MSNBC following the back-to-back incidents, and now, in case you guys were wondering, he pretty much hates the media:

Now I loathe and despise the media in a way I did not
think possible. I used to engage with the media knowing that some of it
would be adversarial, but now it’s superfluous at best and toxic at its
worst. If MSNBC went off the air tomorrow, what difference would it
make? If the Huffington Post went out of business tomorrow, what
difference would it make? Arianna Huffington accomplished what she
wanted to accomplish. She created this wonderful thing. And what have
they done with that? They want clicks, I get it. They’ve gotta have
clicks for their advertisers, so they’re going to need as much Kim
Kardashian and wardrobe malfunctions as possible. The other day, they
had a thing on the home page about pimples. Tripe. Liberal and
conservative media are now precisely equivalent.

Baldwin asserts he’s done talking about himself, too: “[T]his is the last time I’m going to talk about my personal life in an American publication ever again.”

It’s good-bye to public life in
the way that you try to communicate with an audience playfully like
we’re friends, beyond the work you are actually paid for. Letterman. Saturday Night Live.
That kind of thing. I want to go make a movie and be very present for
that and give it everything I have, and after we’re done, then the rest
of the time is mine. I started out as an actor, where you seek to
understand yourself using the words of great writers and collaborating
with other creative people. Then I slid into show business, where you
seek only an audience’s approval, whether you deserve it or not. I think
I want to go back to being an actor now.

And it wouldn’t be a public apology from a celebrity if they didn’t drop the obligatory “SORRY IF YOU WERE OFFENDED” apology:

There’s a way I could have done things differently. I know that.
If I offended anyone along the way, I do apologize. But the solution for
me now is: I’ve lived this for 30 years, I’m done with it.

So that’s it, I guess. Or is it? “And, admittedly, this is how I feel in February of 2014,” Baldwin writes in conclusion.

I look forward to his next essay six months from now, called “I Got Bored and Missed You Guys!” Or something.

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