A Blog is Born

I’m an actor. Or at least I’m trying to be. Do I get paid to act? No. When people ask me what I do, I hesitate to say I’m an actor. I don’t want to be lumped into the giant cesspool of lazy waiters, bartenders, and temps that say that they’re actors because they don’t want to admit that they’re just lazy waiters, bartenders, and temps. Am I just like them? Sometimes…whatever…shut up. I guess the good ones (and the persistent ones) rise to the top?

That’s what I love and hate about this industry. I really do believe that you have to be tough to make it. As a white, 20-something, female I’m pretty interchangeable with lots of other white, 20-something, females BUT I’m a lot tougher than most of them. As their feelings get hurt and success, in fact, does not come easy they’ll lose interest and leave a smaller pool of white, 20-something females. I’ll still be there, a battered wife, taking the abuse but maybe, just maybe I’ll be a little bit stronger and a little bit wiser as a result. I’ll also, perhaps, be a white, 30-something, female by then but you get what I mean.

Am I talented? Hells if I know. I know I don’t completely suck but I also know that I’m not god’s greatest gift to stage and screen. Not yet, anyway. You know, I don’t actually think it matters. Plenty of awful idiots get cast all the time, which is infuriating. But why can’t I be the next (questionably) awful idiot to get cast? Word.