Gabrielle Union is opening up about her personal and professional life in UPTOWN’s December/January 2015 issue. In “Gabrielle Union Defines Her Life,” written by Executive Editor Chrystal Parker, Union discusses having kids, scandals, and reveals her talents in the kitchen — plus, what to expect from season two of “Being Mary Jane” and the super heroine she’ll play one day.
Check out some of the highlights of “Gabrielle Union Defines Her Life” below.
On how close she is to having kids and what’s been holding her back:
I think my brain and my heart are screaming baby fever. My ovaries, however, they’re coughing up dust. Yes, it’s in my heart and in my mind, and we’ll see if my body catches up with that.
Coping with depression and eating her feelings:
[For my] honey cornbread, I add, a half a thing of honey to the Jiffy mix and I like to eat it raw. That’s when I’m like, ‘Am I depressed?’ There’s at least some self-respect with [eating] brownie batter, or you know, cake batter.
On the relationship drama she’s seen and experienced:
[But] everyone contributes to the demise of a relationship and everyone contributes to a healthy relationship … You handle breakups with grace. Kids need to think well of both parents.
Why the IG haters still living in their mom’s basement plotting? Her haters might want to find a new hobby:
I live so far below my means that if the career was taken away, I could get a job based on my level of education and my job skills, and I could still afford what I have. I plan ahead for the destruction, my financial ruin. I might borrow some hot shit, but you’re gonna come to my house and be like, ‘What happened to that dope bag that cost as much as a home?’ I borrow that. I give it right back.
On cyber terror scandals and having the whole world see her nude photos:
I literally heard the day after I got married. It happened after [we had] the most epic discussion with pre-teens and teenagers about Internet safety, social media, being a target and having to be smart. The next day I had to say, ‘Ummm. Of no fault of my own, um, you know, I’m naked on the Internet?’