Monday, July 02, 2018

I Don't Even Miss It!

Ghost Light

Of course I say that NOW. Then I get around that space and that smell and start feeling a certain kind of way. Next thing I know, I'm auditioning again.

Father and Mother need me more than the Theatre right now. Incidentally, so do my books and my art and my deep need for a husband and children of my own.

The atmosphere is shifting in the Theatre World, even locally. Changing, yet not entirely in a good way. Of course, we need to be made uncomfortable for much needed changes to happen. I feel suffocated, though. The walls closing in. Bullied into silence without being bullied at all. As an Artist, I don't like this feeling.

The publishing industry has been going the same way as the Theatre these days. That's pretty scary, in my opinion. Writers have always been able to get away with all manners of "bad" behavior and I think it should stay that way. Ready for an unpopular opinion? Sensitivity Readers are a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea! I--at one time--found myself thinking they were a good thing. I even thought of engaging in it myself. Then the Kool Aid wore off. But I am a cock-eyed optimist, I always look for the good in most things. And the good side of this is it has awakened a sleeping giant of rebellion in me.

I want to Trigger the nuts out of people right now! Like pose in a meat dress, straddling a rifle, in front of a Confederate Flag, while reading from Revelations as George Carlin's Seven Words plays on loop kind of triggering. I've got two out of those five things. Care to guess which?

I have a long history of being unable to decide if I want to be an Indy Author, a member of the elusive Big Five club, or both! I'm at the point now that I'm treating it the same as I am with acting.

What I mean is, I'm saying farewell to the stage, but I will not turn down a film offer from Martin Scorcese, Tim Burton, or Quentin Tarantino. So if any of you know those guys...

I will self-publish, but I will not turn down an offer of representation that will make me a member of the Big Five club. Those publishers are about dollars and cents and will publish anything that will bring in the publicity and the sales. It's their gatekeepers that have me concerned.

At least the Art World is still brazenly bold and mostly unbothered. Here's hoping it stays that way!
If not, I still have that flag.

I wonder if GaGa would let me borrow that dress.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Sorta, Kinda, Hiatus...Maybe

Just a Personal Reminder

So no more plays.

Someone off the stage needs me more than the stage does right now.

Will I grace the stage again?


I don't know.

Monday, October 09, 2017

It's Columbus Day!

Dat Side Eye

And Leif Erikson Day too. Why do we always ignore him?

Anyhoo...

...In the spirit of complete honesty--I have never really celebrated Columbus Day. It was just one of those holidays I did not have to endure Kid Prison so any such day as that was aces in my little book of childhood joys. I spent the day watching cartoons, writing stories, playing music, playing with dolls, or sleeping in. I never went to any parades or cracked open a book about him.

When I got older and the deepening of the indoctrination began, I was taught by my Wardens that this was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad man who did unspeakable things to my (unconfirmed) Ameri-Indian ancestors. I was already semi-skeptical of what I was being spoon fed, but I felt no particular desire to research any further and just took what they said as the truth. I remember being told--besides he killed, stole, and destroyed--that Ameri-Indians are called such because when he first landed, he thought he was in India.

Being an imaginative child, I pictured in my mind him giving his navigator the business.

"Ti ho detto di girare il culo sinistro!" (That's from Google Translate, so who knows if it's correct!)


Alas, I saw this as no real reason to degrade the man. He brought with him much of what has shaped our nation today. I can't imagine who, what, or where we would have been had it not been for his contributions.

I can hear my friends and family now.

"Oh Charli, this is nothing but your drooling fangirling over all things Italian, including the men."

Yeah. And? Italian men are beautiful! And they were some rocking explorers and inventors and artists. And did I mention they are beautiful? Good Lord, they are beautiful!

Especially This One!!!

I'm sorry, what was I saying? Oh! Right! Columbus!

Given that in the past I could pretty much give or take this day, one might ask why I should even care if there is a name change or celebration shift. That's a fair question. I will be treating this day as I always have; reading, writing, playing. That is until my children are born and homeschooling begins and I have to teach them about the history of this nation. So I really can't get behind this whole Indigenous Peoples Day trend. Not just for my yet to be born children, but for a few other reasons as well.

1) From what I understand about this shift is people see this day as a celebration of the violence committed against Ameri-Indians by White men and have now decided they don't want to acknowledge it anymore. But to buy into that, one would have to believe that the Ameri-Indians did not slaughter and slay and "steal" from each other without abandon before anyone else even sailed over here. So even if we do shift celebrations, aren't we just celebrating the violence and destruction and "land stealing" that was going on before Chris and Leif even showed up? Giving it a different name or focus won't change the actions of the past.

2) It just spits in the face of our Italian American brothers and sisters. This is their history and they should not have to dismiss it because #TeamTomahawk lost. 

You know who else's history it is?

3) Those of African and Spanish descent. Because Pedro Alonso NiƱo that's why. 

And my fellow sisters of the Ovarian persuasion...

4) ...Who funded the expedition? Queen Isabella I! Are we just going to shut our Ancient Mother out like that?

Now, do I say all of this because I don't believe we Indigenous descendants should have a day to celebrate? Of course not! There were some pretty extraordinary women and mighty warriors amongst them. It's not like they were that easy a win. They fought hard for what they believed was theirs. Those of us of Indigenous descent should be able to celebrate the good, bad, and ugly of our folk.

Just don't hijack another group of descendants to prove an empty point. 

Pick another day! 

We have plenty to choose from. And make it more specific. Pick a powerful Indigenous Person. Let us all know what they did and how they contributed to this nation of ours. Tell the boys in Washington this person deserves a parade, a lesson devoted to them in Kid Prisons, a monument at the Mall, and a very special day that families can be free from Wage Slavery and Kid Prison to barbecue and love each other.

Now who could say no to yet another day off?

Happy Columbus and Leif Erikson Day!!!