I'LL FUCKING MOVE TO TUMBLR.
GARSH.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
1)wake up 2)speak up
I've lived a lucky life thus far in the way that I've never faced any obvious sexism or rampant gender prejudices. But every now and then I hit a wall and I'm like..."Wait a second...this is happening because I'm a girl and no other reason."
I should learn to extract myself from the vices of my gender. Like using my boobs to get what I want. Or playing dumb. Or playing weak. Or flirting. Effective, but a short term victory. Talking my way out of parking tickets and letting my male friends be right all the time so that they'll grant me something later or continue being my friend might feel like I've won something, but it is more detrimental in the long run.
Ladies.
I'll stop if you will. Just go ahead and open up that pickle jar on your own. Change that tire. Kill that spider. He can live without that ego boost. If not..well..find a better man. There are men out there that don't need to put you down to raise their own egos.
I get to a point where my male friends treat me like a child, they babysit me, they work on films without me, they confer with each other first and then pick someone to address me, and it angers me in a small way, but then I realize- Oh. I've trained them to treat me this way for a long time. I've acted the part. They aren't doing anything wrong. It's my fault. Oh dear, is that my instinctive guilt coming out? Women blame themselves a lot. Ugh, I can't tell anymore.
There is no feminism-fast track to acceptance. I'm not sure how to handle this. Other than, 1) Wake Up, and 2) Speak up. Um. I might need a new tattoo for the latter. That's the harder one.
I like being passive. I find peace in being non-confrontational. Gotta rewire the brain. I'm in the wrong industry for pacifism.
BE aggressive, BE, BE aggressive!!!!
Because we are taught not to be that way from a very young age.
I should learn to extract myself from the vices of my gender. Like using my boobs to get what I want. Or playing dumb. Or playing weak. Or flirting. Effective, but a short term victory. Talking my way out of parking tickets and letting my male friends be right all the time so that they'll grant me something later or continue being my friend might feel like I've won something, but it is more detrimental in the long run.
Ladies.
I'll stop if you will. Just go ahead and open up that pickle jar on your own. Change that tire. Kill that spider. He can live without that ego boost. If not..well..find a better man. There are men out there that don't need to put you down to raise their own egos.
I get to a point where my male friends treat me like a child, they babysit me, they work on films without me, they confer with each other first and then pick someone to address me, and it angers me in a small way, but then I realize- Oh. I've trained them to treat me this way for a long time. I've acted the part. They aren't doing anything wrong. It's my fault. Oh dear, is that my instinctive guilt coming out? Women blame themselves a lot. Ugh, I can't tell anymore.
There is no feminism-fast track to acceptance. I'm not sure how to handle this. Other than, 1) Wake Up, and 2) Speak up. Um. I might need a new tattoo for the latter. That's the harder one.
I like being passive. I find peace in being non-confrontational. Gotta rewire the brain. I'm in the wrong industry for pacifism.
BE aggressive, BE, BE aggressive!!!!
Because we are taught not to be that way from a very young age.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Wolf & I
I'm working on a film. It's called "Patience." It was my idea. It's all happening. 
All y'all new visitors creeping up on my google analytics, I see you. I hear ya baby. If you want a voice in this town, and you got big ideas, let me know. I do too. It's gonna be okay. 
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