Skip Navigation  Family Room  It was 9:00 on a "typical" Los
Angeles morning. I wheeled my expensive sports car into my
reserved parking space at a major Hollywood studio, headed to my
spacious office and proudly surveyed a host of awards and wall
photos of me with famous people. Down the hall, a meeting of
high-powered studio executives was already in session. Yes, for
a player in Hollywood, it was a typical morning … a typical
Sunday morning.  While my wife and two boys were at church I,
Mr. Film Producer, was at work. I was always at work, as was the
rest of this "who's who" of entertainment (names withheld to
protect the guilty). I looked around the room at the elite group
and thought to myself, "I've arrived!" Still, something wasn't
right.  Obscenities and vulgar jokes flew across the room. The
first thing on the agenda was a fundraising event for the Gay
and Lesbian Coalition. There was a sudden interruption when the
chairman's wife called about his sick child. Annoyed, he hung up
on her and referred t