In a recent interview with Elle magazine, Jessica Alba details her impressions of Zak Efron:

[A]t lunch in Beverly Hills, Alba’s eyes almost roll out of her head when the subject of the Teen Choice award comes up. Of meeting Efron, she says, “He looks like a child with a lot of makeup. I was like, ‘My God, you’re just a little kid.’”

Okay, so she’s sort of right about that detail. However, the rest of the interview goes on at great length about the asstastic trials and tribulations of how difficult it is to be a gorgeous starlet who, despite an astonishing lack of talent, consistently lands lucrative acting roles. In particular, the following paragraph should to make us feel poorly for Miss Alba:

. . . what it might have felt like for her, a 12-year show business veteran, to stand on a stage last August next to pubescent High School Musical star Zac Efron and appear truly psyched to accept an unwieldy surfboard for being voted “Teen Choice Female Hottie of the Year.” A friend of mine related a story about watching Alba at ShoWest, the annual Las Vegas schmoozefest for movie theater owners, where she was promoting Fantastic Four. Alba, who posed for picture after picture with a long line of schlubby exhibitors, would beam as the flashbulb went off, and when the theater owner was lead away, her face would fall into a look of misery. As soon as the next guy was in place, she’d be ready with another electric smile.

Well, Jess, if you hate your job so much, why don’t you . . . I don’t know . . . quit?

Read the full interview, if you so desire, at Elle magazine.