So, yes, the first response is, if you want to leave public life, you do so without a public declaration or fanfare or a cover story. Not only does it say, I'm serious and maybe a little mysterious, it gives the media nothing. And, for someone who says "I loathe and despise the media in a way I did not think possible," it also says I win. Though, it's not like Baldwin doesn't see how crazy this all is. "I’m aware that it’s ironic that I’m making this case in the media," he writes, "but this is the last time I’m going to talk about my personal life in an American publication ever again." Unless, of course, he quits the limelight like he quits Twitter, which is to say he doesn't.
But, because it's hard to separate the actor from the man, diehard 30 Rock fans want to defend him. We tell ourselves that he's a good actor with a bad temper. The paparazzi, a species that makes a living off the market rate of their photos, probably do antagonize him. And, maybe it's refreshing that Baldwin refuses to play the game and just says what's on his mind? He might just want to set the record straight in a public and permanent way, so that every time anyone digs into his past, they'd be remiss not file to this personal defense into their Baldwin, A. dossier. But, therein lies the problem: He thinks such files exist.
There's an odd comfort in realizing that we're not that interesting. A scientifically unproven truism that is worth repeating: Nobody really cares about what we do or say or wear as much as we do. And, that's something Alec doesn't seem to realize yet. So, maybe he's onto something. Maybe he really does need to quit public life, move to the country, and, we don't know, collect cookie jars to find that out. (New York Magazine)