By Kim Cunningham
September 05, 1994 12:00 PM


“Here I am on this show, being this symbol of a high school person in angst, and I haven’t even been to high school yet,” says Claire Danes, 15, who’s opted for on-set schooling since she was chosen to star in ABC’s new prime-time drama of awkward adolescence, My So-Called Life. “I have had those feelings, though, about not fitting in, not knowing if anyone else in the world feels the way you do.” Danes, who attended junior high in New York City before moving to L.A., has already tired of the mother of all high school shows, Beverly Hills, 90210. “I used to watch it to see beautiful people get together and possibly make out,” says Danes, who doesn’t have a boyfriend. “I want [one] really badly. No guy has come along yet who fills the bill.”


“I go without my hat when I sleep and when I shower,” says country star Dwight Yoakam, 37. Until recently that approach kept the lid on one of music’s great mysteries—how hirsute is Yoakam on top? Then came the airing of Showtime’s recent mystery Roswell, a dramatization of a 1947 flying saucer sighting in Roswell, N.Mex. Yoakam, as sheep rancher Mac Brazel, discovers the UFO wreckage and joins forces with an intelligence officer (Kyle MacLachlan). One scene calls for Yoakam to doff his hat and bare the truth—there’s plenty of room at the top. While a nation gasped, Yoakam, the good Method actor he is, was un-fazed. “I, Dwight Yoakam, didn’t remove my hat. A guy named Mac Brazel was being interrogated there. I never gave it a second thought.”


She’s one of the seaworthy stars of Baywatch, Home Improvement’s ex-Tool Time girl and has graced the cover of Playboy four times. If the artistes find all this a bit tacky, Canadian-born Pamela Anderson, 27, has a message for them: She’ll take the cash. “People who say money doesn’t matter obviously already have it,” she says. “My parents [Barry, a furnace repairman, and Carol, a waitress] have struggled their whole lives. I recently paid off the three mortgages on their house and bought them a new car. Everything I do, I share with them—we’re all in this together.” Her current beau, whom she describes only as a musician, knows exactly where Anderson’s coming from—he’s been there, she says. “He’s had a lot of success and comes from a trailer-park, lower-middle-class background like myself. When we earn money, we save it, respect it.”


Dana Delany, dominatrix? That’s how director Garry Marshall saw the former China Beach star when casting Exit to Eden, his erotic S&M comedy due this fall. Delany, clad in a cleavage-enhancing metallic gold bra and black satin corset, kicks up her high heels whipping Paul Mercurio (Strictly Ballroom) into shape. “I’m so glad to show this side of myself,” says Delany, 38, “although no one will confuse me with Sharon Stone.” In fact, Delany’s basest instincts are only screen deep. “I’m still the girl next door,” she says with a sigh. “I can’t stand when they write perfect-women roles. I want to have a few warts on me, to be angry and mean. I hate being lovable.”