But the tough-girl Us Weekly scowl Ronson perfected back when she was dating you know who is nowhere to be seen here in the likable, low-key woman who dwells in this prismatic Venice Beach, California, playhouse. (Except, well, in the unmissable screen print propped against a wall: a composite of celebrity mug shots, Ronson’s included—which she calls a reminder to “stay out of trouble.”) “I’m like a big kid,” Ronson says warmly, tugging at the sleeves of her traffic-cone-orange sweatshirt and looking up at the living room’s two-story ceiling. “If I could have a trampoline in here, I would!” It’s true: There’s probably enough clearance for a backflip, but then where would she put the candy-pink pool table?
…she’s certainly grown up since her paparazzi-dodging days. (She and Erin Foster, an actress and comedy writer, just quietly ended what Ronson called a healthy relationship.)
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