Kimberly Rhodes:

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“Well I’d take a lifetime of periods over one unprovoked erection in front of a math class.”©
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5'8, 127lbs

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5'8, 127lbs, B/B, last seen driving north on I-5 screaming, No salt! No salt!. Unarmed but dangerous.

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5'10½ (179 cm)

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Kim Rhodes is 5'10½ (179 cm) according to imdb. And that's very, very tall for a woman.

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5' 10" or 1m78

Kim Rhodes is 5' 10" or 1m78 tall.
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Jensen Ackles is 6' or 1m83 tall.


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5' 10 ½" (179.07 cm)

Kim Rhodes Height: 5' 10 ½" (179.07 cm)


Standing at a height of 5 feet, 10 ½ inches tall Kim Rhodes is taller than 99% of all women.

Conversely, at this height Kim Rhodes is not as tall as 1% of all women.

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5' 10½" (1.79 m)

5' 10½" (1.79 m)

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mycoven Interviews

We're pleased to welcome our first female interview partner: Kim Rhodes aka Supernatural's Sheriff Jody Mills. We hope you enjoy the interview as much as we did!



Interview by Christine Schmidt, Silke Blume and Gaby Eichberger




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If you weren't an actress, what other profession would you be interested in (ANY other profession, regardless of probability or possibility)?
I actually am making my own feeble attempt at moving into writing. I love acting when I have something that really connects to my passion, humor or heart like Sheriff Jody. But a lot of the time these days, I just feel kinda underwhelmed. I wrote before I ever acted and I'm audacious enough to think there might be some possibility there for me. So I'm dabbling with a book, on yet ANOTHER rewrite of a television sсript, and spend waaaay too much time on my blog. Other than that, I know this is weird, but I think I'd make a good bartender.




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Do you prefer playing good girls or bad girls? Is one easier than the other?
Usually the bad girls are written with more layers and nuance, so they are more fun. But the character I play on SPN is pretty much a classic good girl and she's one of my two favorite television roles I've ever played. AND she's not even one of the main characters.




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Which of the many characters you've played so far has been your favorite and why?
Oh! Hey, look at that. Well, Sheriff Mills, because she's got guns and balls of steel. I love her humor and confidence. And then years ago I was on an AMC show called THE LOT. It was about Hollywood in the 1930's and I played a character named Rachel Lipton, loosely based on Carol Lombard. I loved her! She was sassy and smart and funny and ballsy.... and got awesome clothes.




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How did you get the role of Sheriff Mills, what about the role appealed the most to you? And did you know Supernatural before you auditioned for the role?
They really didn't seem to know what they were looking for initially. There were eight of us in the room, all shapes, ages and colors. The audition scene was where Sheriff Mills discovers her son is a zombie and has eaten her husband, then through the realization that he has to be shot. We were all sitting there when the casting director walked through and one of the women complained that there was no way to do that kind of scene in an audition. He shrugged and said, "It's SUPERNATURAL," and kept walking. In that moment, I knew it was mine, I just had to fuckin' go for it. I did.




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Which of the Supernatural episodes you've been in so far is your favorite and why?
"Slash Fiction" hands down. I love Jim Beaver and this was the most we got to work together. Plus, I really got to discover a softer side of the Sheriff that was fun to play. It made for some lovely moments between them and I was really kinda hoping it would go further, but I'm grateful for what we got.




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You've been to several conventions already. Did the positive reaction from fans to your character surprise you?
It did at first, but now I see how much love the fans have for the show and I humbly ride the wave. It's so honest and genuine that it's impossible NOT to be surprised a little though. The wonderful thing is knowing how easy it is to make somebody's day. I was telling Gabe Tigerman at the BurCon, how could ANYBODY ever be an asshole to these fans, they are truly like a huge, crazy family.




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Looking at fan convention footage, one can clearly see that you have a lot of talent as a comedian. Is that Kim the person or Kim the actress showing through?
Funny question. I definitely have a public persona, when I am aware that people are watching me and I have a responsibility to respond to that, but it's not like I'm Dr.Jekyll/Mr.Hyde. It's always honest. I have tried in the past to develop what I thought would be an "appropriate" actor type personality to project and I can't do it. I wear my heart on my sleeve.




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Best and worst thing about conventions?
Best? Geeeze.... everything except the food. The fans are amazing, I am in love with all of my fellow castmates, and there is never a dull moment. Worst? Getting hungry at any point.




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You've done several short films. Is that a format you especially like and if so, what's the appeal?
Short films are unsung heroes of this business. They only exist to kinda get people practice and get people noticed. Like a director's calling card. I like how succinct a short can be. A lot of features have to pad themselves and a short is like a perfect tune; you get the melody, the story, and you're left humming something and wanting just a little more.




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You've done voice over for the video game Star Trek: Away Team. How does that compare to your usual work? Was that a pleasant experience, or was it more of a challenge to only have your voice to express yourself?
I'll be honest, that was so long ago I don't even remember doing it. Sorry. I've auditioned for a few and it's nice to not be told to "take it down a bit". I tend to be, shall we say, verbally extreme and that lends itself to video games.




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We've read that you also acted on stage for a season. Did you enjoy working in front of a live audience with its immediate feedback? Would you like to do it again? If so, do you have a dream role?
I actually acted on stage for many years before I did television. I started in the theater. If I could make a living at it, I would absolutely be doing it. The material is more my kinda stuff... I love Shakespeare. I really do. It is also so wonderful to have the people you are serving there and immediate. It makes it a moment that is unique. Each night is different. Plus, you know, you have an entire arc at once instead of stopping and starting like TV and film. It makes a big difference when you have to hit an emotional moment.
I would dearly love to play Beatrice in MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING before I die. I fear I'm too old now, but I would like another stab at Viola in TWELFTH NIGHT too.




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I don't know if you'd feel comfortable sharing this with us, but is there a role you COULD have had, but turned down, which you now know you probably SHOULD have taken?
I wish. Nope, no stories like that. I don't turn anything down. No, I turned down a movie years ago because the only reason I could see that the female character existed is so the bad guy had somebody to rape to show just what a baddie he was. No thank you. But puh-lease.... I'm leaving here to go audition for a regional car insurance commercial where I would say, "They've always come through for me." Few and far between are the actors that turn down roles because they lack artistic merit. And most of them have other jobs.




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What do you do to unwind?
I'm sorry, I don't understand the question. No, I'm kidding. I write my blog. It's been very therapeutic. And I take my dogs up in the hills to walk.




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Can you spill the beans about recent and/or upcoming projects?
I would if I had any. Sorry. I've got my fingers crossed they need Sheriff Mills again, though. Write letters!




Many thanks!
Shortly after we did this interview Kim tweeted: No blog tonight. I've got three other projects going AND been cast in a movie with @samsmithtweets! Don't hate us. It's Ayn Rand.

Kim´s Blog

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a day in the life
March 3, 2012 by kim

So, I was at a SUPERNATURAL convention yesterday. I am on Twitter. I read my blog comments. And somehow I get the feeling somebody out there thinks being an actor on TV makes me something different than other people. It truly doesn’t. I would like to recapture my day on Thursday, March 1st, for you as exhibit A. I will edit for boring content, but the specifics are factual.

12:00 AM – finish taping a pilot audition. And by that, I mean, quit insisting my husband shoot another one because that last one wasn’t good enough. Why am I taping it instead of going in, you ask? Wellllllll…. I’m desperate. If I can’t get in the room, they might look at some footage. Probably won’t change their minds, but I at least feel pro-active and not helpless. And why am I doing it at midnight? Yeah. The child is sick and this is the first time husband and I have had without her needs.

12:03 AM – watch audition tape yet again. Decide I am truly a no-talent hack with really bad hair.

12:11 AM – find my haircutting scissors. Bangs! I need bangs! My cute friend K.C. has the most awesome bangs in the world. I shall cut my hair like hers.

12:15 AM – my hair is not like hers. And, you know, the thing about bangs is…. you can just keep cutting them.

12:32 AM – resist urge to get out husband’s level. Force self to stop, clean up hair and go to bed.

12:41 AM – really really this time, clean up hair in the sink and stop.

12: 52 AM – honestly, totally, I really mean it, stop cutting hair and go to bed.

6:52 AM – get up before sick child, finish evening up bangs. Just a little.

7:15 – 10:00 AM – try and get child to eat, since she sure as hell ain’t going to school with this cough and fever.

10:34 AM – saddle up dogs to take them and child on a walk.

10:48 AM – have following conversation with child:

CHILD: Mommy, what’s this?
ME: That’s a ladybug
CHILD: I like de dadybug.
ME: Me too, honey.
CHILD: I step on de dadybug.
ME: No! No, don’t…. dammit.
CHILD: What?
ME: Now the ladybug is dead.
CHILD: Yeah. Dat’s sad.
ME: But you did it! You killed the ladybug! Why did you do that?
CHILD: Poor dadybug.
ME: Was that kind?
CHILD: It’s dead.
ME: It’s all done now, honey.
CHILD: I smooshed it.
ME: That was not kind and gentle. It is not kind and gentle to kill things.
CHILD: Mommy, stop talking.

11:11 AM – have following conversation with child:

ME: Honey, come on. You wanted to come with me and I told you, Mommy’s sick and I can’t carry you. I can’t carry you so you have to walk, honey. Baby, I love you, but don’t sit in the driveway, cars can’t see you. It’s not safe. You gotta walk, honey. Now. Come on. Okay, 1…. 2….

11:16 AM – carry child for the rest of the walk after convincing her to relinquish her collection of mummified worms. I do have limits.

11:37 AM – start shower to get ready for audition I have not prepped. Gratefully accept husband’s offer to take child out of the apartment.

11:52 AM – recover from shock of looking in the mirror and remembering what I did to my bangs.

12:06 PM – clean hair from sink where I just, I swear, only took a little weight off the sides.

12:15 – 12:48 PM – relentlessly iron and spray hair to make it look like something someone meant to do. Damn K.C. and her adorable bangs!

1:00 PM – get dressed. Remember I’ve worked with both the director and producer already and my boobs will not sway them. Decide to feature them anyway, since I never really got the sides prepped and I gotta bring SOMETHING to the table.

2:48 PM – arrive early, hoping to get in and get home. No such luck. Lobby is full of hot chicks and each one is taking probably fifteen minutes in the room.

3:17 PM – text director from audition. Bring up boobs. He is unimpressed. Dammit.

4:04 PM – finally get in room. Read the scene once and am released immediately. I most definitely do NOT get fifteen minutes in the room. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the ways you know you might have sucked. I hope one of my friends book it at least.

6:30 PM – get home.

6:32 PM – weep because I have to decide between paying for rent next month or paying for my cat’s radiation treatment. Swear that the next time I am rich, I will be much better at it.

The rest is a blur. I got people fed, I guess, and somebody became unconscious. I probably cut my hair again. I dunno. The point is…. I might do stuff that others don’t, but my experience is pretty much the same. I’m fucking broke, I’m scared, my family is my priority and brings me more joy than any shiny statue ever could, and I obsess about ridiculous things but somehow can’t stop myself from doing so.

Okay, maybe not all of you have had the EXACT same moments in your day, but you get it. I know you do. So the next time you see me and want to say something, please do. I like you. And I AM like you.





A POST sсript REGARDING THE CASH FLOW SICH-EE-AY-SHUN: I finished my blog and opened my mail. I got a residual check from the second airing of “Hello, Cruel World.” Between the convention yesterday and the check today, SUPERNATURAL has paid for both my cat and my apartment this month. Thank you all very much. I honestly mean that.

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February 8, 2012 by kim

I have a funny inner child. She is at once a mighty dragon slayer and paralyzed with fear. She laughs loudly and often, dances to music no one hears, and loves immediately and passionately. She also digs her heels into the ground, holds her breath until she turns blue, and can stop the earth’s rotation with a tantrum. And I gotta take her everywhere. I am coming to terms with this and beginning to think of her fondly rather than as a recurring abscess in my psyche. In turn, she’s starting to think I might not be plotting her death.

Last weekend, I took her to a “Supernatural” convention. No, that’s not a convention of psychics and ghost whisperers, it is a convention of fans and talent of the television show “Supernatural.” I was technically “talent”, although my inner child is a fan, so already you can see some conflict arising. I would like to share her experience with you. It was not always my experience, and it probably wasn’t anybody else’s either. She makes personal assumptions that may be grotesquely inaccurate, but they are her truth and so I can’t argue with them. You may if you wish, I promise to pass them along to her.

My inner child was terrified. First of all, every other representative of “talent” at this convention was a man. She doesn’t like men. Men are the emotional equivalent of steam rollers, smooshing tiny little girl feelings and overpowering tiny little girl bodies in ways that leave lasting scars. They run faster, fight harder and drink more. Inner child can’t beat them and can’t join them, so she expects to be, at the least, left out by them. At the worst, needing more fucking therapy thanks to them.

Secondly, the majority of the fan base are women. My inner child doesn’t like women. They have not inflicted the depth of damage that men have, but they are more consistent with their animosity. She doesn’t trust them. They point fingers and place blame and hate for no apparent reason. They are just waiting to point out the grass-stained knees or the mismatched socks that my inner child runs around with and that’s just owie.

Add to this being in a new place with no friends and no time and no control and no no no no ARRRRGH! But I made her go anyway. Mama’s gots ta get paid.

Favorite Brother was at the airport. My inner child got giddy when she saw him. He agreed that it was kinda messed up how they had to line up like sheep but he made a joke and reminded her why he was Favorite Brother. He waited for her when they landed. He’s sweet and funny and she wasn’t scared any more… until he said they should meet some people for dinner. Shit.

Have I mentioned my inner child doesn’t like people? Well, at least Favorite Brother was company and she wasn’t alone.

When we walked into dinner, there was Big Brother. He launched himself over the table and hugged my inner child and suddenly things were taken care of. Big Brother knows how to run a show without bossing people. Things are safe when he’s around. He creates an environment where you can be free and secure at the same time. He introduced me to Kind Brother, who smiled with the eyes of an angel and raises the temperature of a room five degrees through just the warmth of his being, and Irreverent Brother who set the bar for impropriety so high that I had nothing to fear any more about being inappropriate myself. Plus, in case my inner child was ever afraid of not being pretty, Irreverent Brother made sure she knew she was noticed. He’s the type that makes sure everybody knows they are noticed. Quiet Brother encouraged her with gentle humor. Important Brother nodded his approval which was the equivalent of a Nobel Prize. Baby Brother wanted to know what she thought about stuff and he LISTENED when she told him. Crazy.

Where the hell were all the scary men? My inner child blissfully ignored that question and set about playing with her brothers, working up the nerve to be in front of the scary women.

I’m not going to go into details about who she found. There are too many. There was a girl who gave my inner child a necklace and girls who cried because they got a hug and girls who thanked her and girls who danced with her and girls who giggled over tattoos together and girls who were all an awful lot like her. Some even seemed scared themselves! My inner child met real live friends she’d never actually met before, and recognized their hearts as kindred. She sang and loved and laughed and kept waiting for the “people” to show up and frighten her away.

They never did. It was just a bunch of children playing.

It’s always just a bunch of children.

I keep telling her that, and someday she’s gonna believe me.

* key: Kind Brother with angel eyes did not, in fact, play an angel, Baby Brother is not the shortest, Quiet Brother doesn’t seem quiet, and Irreverent Brother is Sebastian. (Yeah, that’s a shocker.)

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