I’m really starting to get back on my tea kick…All weekend it was Tazo Chi—yeah, I know Starbucks all the way—and now it’s organic white tea which costs a fortune, but is so good, I can’t really even describe it. It reminds me of really fantastic rye toast…
So, now that I’ve completed Roswell: Season 3, I went back and listed to all the commentary. Which I’ve decided was a REALLY bad idea for two reasons. One: I get annoyed with non-actor commentary, and none of the second or third seasons have actor commentary. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m an actor…ha…but I have much more of an interest in social and/or acting stuff like what really went on in the makeup trailer and how hard/easy certain scenes were to play. I really could care less about continuity and lighting options. I realize they’re important…I just don’t want to hear about it for six hours. Two: I start to commentary my own life. Like walking from my kitchen to the bathroom, driving in the car, or—far, far scarier—rolling over in my sleep. Now…if blogging my life isn’t narcissistic enough…I’m doing a personal commentary of my life. I swear, that’s one step down from humping a mirror…one tiny step, guys…
Okay, yeah, I had another audition on Saturday. This one is about a quartet of femme fatale heisters. Again, who knows how it went, but the writer had me read twice, and seemed to like my choice of accent. I did have to remove my shoes, which is a bit of a let down—no pun intended—do to the fact that it’s much harder to be a bad ass mother you-know-what when you’re easily used as an armrest. I’d like to be blasé about the whole thing, but I really hope I get this gig. It just seems like it’s going to be a really, really fun shoot, and I can be so over the top with the role. Eh, in the end, I expect nothing…so I’m never disappointed. How’s that for avoiding Narcissism?
Take that! And that! One of these…and this! Aaaaannnndddd….This!
Haha…sorry, I was playing my femme fatale and knocking narcissism into last week. =D
Which actually transitions nicely into Jackie’s social commentary on women and the amount of clothing they wear, or don’t wear—whichever the case may be. For all you non-women out there, let me give you a little back story. Females, in general have this impossible catch 22 to live up to in their everyday lives. On the one hand you are expected to be attractive, well groomed, and someone that a person (I’m trying to be PC here people) will want to have sex with. On the other, you should not dress overtly sexually, nor should you have sex with multiple partners. Basically be a Barbie, complete with impenetrable genitalia. Lovely visual, I know.
Now, Jackie’s Blog actually had more of a reference to nudity, and for that I believe we can elaborate on the Barbie model. The first time I saw an unclothed Barbie, it freaked me right out. Okay, seriously guys stop laughing. Same thing with another naked human…our brains are wired to freak out when we encounter something unusual. Seriously. Try brushing your teeth with the other hand…you’ll be amazed at how much more attention you pay to the act. So, in fast conclusion, our own censorship of nudity is what makes nudity so shocking and overtly sexual—even if that is not its original intent.
Got it? Great. Now keep leaving me comments…even if they are Anonymous…it’s totally helping my self-esteem…
Quote of the Moment: “I’m trying to be healthier—you know, get my fiber…So I have a brain muffin for breakfast….I donno about you guys, but I’m not so thrilled about having a breakfast I have to plan the rest of my day around.”
Soundtrack of the Moment: Natasha Bedingfield, “Unwritten”
TV/Movie Quote: From Sin City, “You'll always be mine, always and never. Never. The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. there's no place in this world for our kind of fire. Always and never. If I have to die for you tonight, I will.”