Archive for November 10, 2011

*snort*

Okay.
So, um…
I had not seen the GOP presidential debate, because A) I was in rehearsal for my show, and B) It would have taken place after dinner and I like to keep my food down.

So, I was completely oblivious to this little mishap that Gov. Rick Perry had done. All I knew was that there was a ruckus about it. Everyone was talking about this being Perry’s swan song. I was not so optimistic.
Then I read the transcript.
Then I actually watched what they’re calling, “the end of his campaign.”


Optimism doesn’t cover it.
This gave me such… glee. Sweet, evil, glee.
Hey, Rick. You might want to re-think eliminating the agency of Education.
Just sayin’.

Dance Ten, Looks Three

I am shaking my head right now.

First, Heavy D, now this.
I was in the middle of catching up on my Facebook, like you do, when I noticed a friend posted this link.
Sad, but true.

I mean, the trend is not something shocking. Come on, people. All those reality shows that are so far removed from actual reality. People who are famous for no other reason than the way they look in designer clothes. And they get paid a ridiculous amount of money to be walking commercials for clothes, shoes, perfume, whatever. But the saddest part, at least for crazy acting chicks like me, is that it almost completely dependent on whether or not they’re “hot.” Sorry, but it’s really annoying.

It’s as if all of my reservations about doing film are confirmed in this article. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not giving up what I love and surrendering good roles to the Kardashians of the world. But it’s good to know someone said what most of us actors have suspected all along.

What becomes of the movies that could have been made great, thanks to a stellar performance by a new actor who doesn’t look “perfect”? Turning down a talented actor, so they can be replaced by a lingerie model? Freaking really?!
I get it. The old adage, “Sex sells” is paramount at this point. It seems to be the only guiding star. Well, let me fill you in on something, industry.

I saw RACE last year, and James Spader, in his 50’s, with no discernible body sculpting, was the sexiest thing on that stage.
I’ve attended plays with men who don’t have chiseled bodies, 3% body fat, or what have you. What they have is skill.
For me, personally, there is NOTHING sexier to me than a talented man. And I’m sure there are plenty of women out there who agree with me. You have been taught, you’ve learned, you’ve experienced. The confidence that comes from being absolutely sure, in your heart, in your brain, in your soul that you know what you are doing. I’m sorry, that can’t be substituted with delts.
It is quite ironic that someone who doesn’t want to be judged by their looks is involved in a business where 80% of it depends on how you look. If you look right for the part, if you fit into the costume, if your height complements your co-star. It’s maddening and it’s part of the whole gig. Adjust or quit. Those are your options.

Ah, The Glamorous Life.