“I don’t want you to think I’m disappointed, but I just…you’re so smart, and I don’t want you to waste your life on this.”
The above quote is from earlier today when my mother found out:
a. I’m gay
b. I’m dropping out of school to devote my life to Christ and become a nun
c. Gay nun. Also pregnant.
d. I’m planning on going into acting professionally once I graduate
I’ll give you a hint: Daddy is oddly peachy keen with it, and in three months, I’ll have a BA in it.
A Thing or Two for January 25, 2012
1. In order to graduate (which I’m doing in May oh God oh God), I have to work on the stage management team of a mainstage show. I might have mentioned this before, but that means I’m assistant stage managing Romeo and Juliet this semester. Fun, right? Sure!
Anyway, there’s one very, very small character whose sole function is to go on at the top of the show and make out with Benvolio while Romeo’s tapping Rosalind, and her actress had to pull out of the show. While we were doing some emergency auditions this past weekend for a couple of characters that hadn’t yet been cast, it worked out that the director decided to replace her with me. Exciting! Isn’t often a girl signs up to ASM and walks away with something she can put on her resume. Sometimes I’m lucky.
Couple of hours later, we were all at the design meeting, and the director’s looking at some preliminary costume renderings. He gets to Rosalind and Livia, and hand to God, this is what he says:
“You know, Rosalind is popular because she’s beautiful. Livia is popular because she puts out.”
Dear reader, what this means is that not six months after playing the whore of Atlanta, I get to be the whore of Verona. You know, I could be offended or wonder or bitch or whatever, but the way I see it is every ingenue has a slutty friend. Even if that ingenue and slutty friend only show up at the top of the show and have no lines, that’s still work. I don’t know about you, other actors, but given the choice between principle and work, ninety-five percent of the time, I’m going to take the work.
And anyway, since I’ve erred on the side of being the ingenue’s slutty friend in real life from time to time, complaining would be a bit of a dick move, you know?
2. You know how we all have those almost-too-perfect people who we’re always a little bit in love with, even though we know it’s never going to happen? I’m getting to a point where I think I’m just happy they exist, because if someone like them is real and there and tangible, there must be more like him. Or her, whatever your case may be.
3. Something I notice on occasion is that I haven’t been able to write as much or how I’d like to since I left Richmond. This is a weird thing to notice, but I think it’s coming back. I’m really excited.
It’s 12:30 on a Friday afternoon, and I am in bed eating a peanut butter sandwich and watching Cheers. Second semester of fourth year, I see you.
My desktop is now a picture of the Pagoda in downtown Norfolk with Estelle Getty dressed as a pirate photoshopped onto it.