Just as I came into the house after doing yard work, the universe decided to make me pay for the battle I had just fought against chaos. It decided that I had to write. First I noticed the workshop pamphlet in the mail had a "How to Blog" class listed. Then I realized "Your life is now" was playing on iTunes. Finally the overwhelming urge to sit (after 5 hours of yard work) came upon me. So I gave in.
I think I brought this up last time I wrote, but it's been a year since I actually walked away from UCLA. I'm going to have to start thinking of a new catch phrase other than "A year ago I was a researcher". That's not going to cut it anymore. Not that most Hollywood types would know or care. So much B.S. is flung it's almost hard to know what is real. But...I guess the people who know what they are doing can tell the shit from what is legit. Last year at my internship at a production company, I sat in on a call from another producer that was trying to get financing. He was doing a peacock preening type dance over the phone, and on my end we were just stopping short of rolling our eyes. Even me, who hadn't seen this display yet. But after a few minutes, his display was up, and he was bending over. Sorry to mix metaphors, but I don't know what I peacock would do if he got dominated by another male. He was groveling, begging, giving in. Now that I've actually described the story, it seems that a lot of business is done this way. Or maybe that is just how men do business. Women were always treated differently; with mutual respect whether they were on the phone or had come to a meeting in the office. Now, that is probably just this particular company. Because I know from experience that we are often talked down to and thought to be either sexual objects or just plain dumb. That is part of my M.O. by the way. I look younger, and seem cuter and more naive than I really am. I may be new to this industry, but I've made it through one of the most grueling educational rights of passage that there is. I've made hard decisions and am reminded routinely that I may have to do all this from a wheelchair sooner or later. So when you see my sweet smile or hear my high voice, enjoy the moment, because soon enough I will come down and ride your ass until I get what I want.
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