Posts Tagged ‘inspiration’

I used to write beautiful words.

Monday, January 21st, 2013

My last year of high school, first year of university and on a little before that… I used to blog compulsively. Daily, sometimes hourly. They still exist in the chasm of the internet if you really know where to look. I wrote love letters to nobody and everyone and specific people all at once, and I think it’s time to start that again.

I’ve been nursing my way through The Artist’s Way, for one. It’s been great at getting me to figure out some of my hangups and to get me to just fucking create stuff rather than angst about it. Still lots of things I want to develop but I’m getting better at just seizing the moment and doing things again. Like painting. Or saying “yes, and…” to synchronicity and connections that come along, rather than find reasons as to why things might fail. It’s amazing, all the shit we let ourselves get bogged down under.

One thing that’s been on my mind a lot as of late is just how important it is to approach everything in life with love and joy, rather than guilt or anger or obligation or any of that. I’ve had auditions I was angry about. I’ve had more than one occasion where I was jealous of some other actor for getting something I didn’t. Truthbomb: we ALL have. Anyone who tells you differently is lying. As a performer (especially when looking for work) there’s already so much you can’t control – like if you look ‘right’ for the part – so you might as well love the everlasting shit out of what it is that you’re doing in a given moment.

Another epiphany I had recently is how ‘small’ I allowed myself to stay for a long time. Growth is a constant, concentrated effort, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that specifically when I first moved to Toronto and the company I kept in that time (and their backstabbing and gossip and the things they filled their time with and the way they treated other people) didn’t make me feel good about myself or what I was doing, or about my relationships to other people. I got caught up in their petty bullshit and in trying to fit in and trying not to rock the boat, rather than going out and living for myself and aiming for higher aspirations and doing my own work just for the sheer joy in it all. You really are the company you keep, which is why it’s now doubly important for me to surround myself with talented, driven, passionate, positive people.

And a part of this epiphany is how many good people I had around me that I never really made an effort to get to know beyond anything superficial, and how being in a state of constant drama and turmoil with the ‘small’ people kept me from finding the simple joys in life, from spending more time in the good people’s company, in performing… fuck, I’ve wasted a lot of time, but I’m setting the intention not to tolerate that sabotaging behaviour anymore, in myself or in others. And to spend time with people who I think are awesome, to let hangouts happen organically rather than feeling like I’m begging for attention or being super-awkward when I really just want to get to know people and develop awesome friendships.

I’ll be honest, it’s only in the last month or so that I started getting excited about auditions and that I’ve noticed a concentrated yen to be positive and content where I wasn’t before. It may take a bit of time to get used to this new way of being. Same way that I’ve seen people around for the last three years but I’ve only really started to talk to them (and LISTEN, rather than just talk at) and get to know them within the last three months.

Going forward, I only want to do the most amazing work with the most amazing people. I’m not saying this to be limiting – rather, just to create a space and create a possibility to be able to spend a lot of time with excellent people rather than the wishy-washy sort who aren’t invested in themselves or others. When it comes to love, listening, time, and teamwork I’ve got unlimited capital to share.

I’ve got some more thoughts about improv, acting, and neurohacking… but that’s for another post.

And all that said… just to clarify…
1) If I offer you my time (“we should go for coffee!” “let’s work together!” whatever) I MEAN IT. I won’t offer or agree to anything I don’t genuinely want to do.
2) If I ask you about something, I’m listening. No judgment, no obligation, no expectation, no holds barred.
3) I reserve the right to add more rules of engagement as I see fit. I’m pretty low-maintenance and straightforward when it comes down to it.

Why I’m an Actorvist now… (or, to hell and back.)

Thursday, May 31st, 2012

Remember how when we were little that we were taught to go to a policeman if we were in trouble? That we could count on them for help and protection? As an adult who gets paid to pretend for a living, I just can’t buy into that anymore.

Those of you who’ve followed my blog for awhile have seen all sorts of ups and downs from me, and a good few posts about domestic violence and my own brush with it. How and why to get out of those dangerous situations. What I’ve been public about – until now – is only the tip of the iceberg of my recent ordeal.

I’ve already gone over how my ex, Declan, held me by the throat and made me beg to be let go, how he sliced open my arm with a pocketknife and that I’m permanetly physically scarred from that. How I tried to report him to the police and the officer I spoke with was apathetic to my suffering and chose not to believe me. I’ve told a lot of people about this. I have evidence and witnesses to prove that he’s done these things. I’ve suffered panic attacks and post-traumatic stress disorder from the way I was treated. And I thought I was over all that, finally.

I thought I was over all that until my ex found out that I was engaged to my wonderful fiance, and began to ramp up the harassment once more. Disgusted with his behaviour, I spoke to a lawyer who pointed me to a Justice of the Peace, who told me how to lay a private information. I was thrilled to have someone who was able to see the truth, and who was willing to help me press charges against my abusive ex. Silly me, I thought justice may actually be fair and right after all.

I was so very wrong. Our current justice system is SO skewed that I was ARRESTED – yes, arrested – for reporting the domestic violence I survived. I was arrested by Detective Leslie Morris of 22 Division of the Toronto Police Services, the same officer who didn’t believe me when I’d first tried to report my ex over a year ago. I saw her show up at court and act very amicably with my ex prior to everything happening, and at the time I wondered why she was there. I found out soon enough. The real kicker is that I was arrested at the courthouse when I was supposed to provide evidence against my ex, and the way in which she arrested me prevented me from doing so.

Further to that, despite me having no prior criminal record, I was held overnight for a bail hearing. I was also fingerprinted, photographed, and strip-searched. It was February when I was arrested, and the police took my coat, shoes, and bra – leaving me freezing in a cell with only a thin sweater, skirt, and stockings. Needless to say, the way in which I was arrested and treated, and Detective Morris’ comment of “I told you I’d arrest you if you kept speaking out” made the PTSD and panic attacks re-emerge, hardcore. I had such a bad panic attack while being held in jail that I passed out and hit my head off the floor. Despite repeated calls for help, I believe I was left for about a half-hour without anyone checking in on me. Finally, someone called an ambulance, but the panic attacks have continued for the past three months again.

The one ‘upside’ to being arrested is that you get what’s called disclosure when you go to court – you get to see what the other party is saying about you if you’ve been charged with a crime. What I saw from Detective Morris was that despite me describing to her in detail about being choked, she didn’t mention it in her police report. Not even once. What I saw was that she provided a very unflattering and untrue summary of everything that had gone on, and that her report and documentation were full of inconsistencies and errors. But of course, the police uphold the law so they must be telling the truth, right? Just like people who deny major events like the Holocaust – as bad as something is, if they say it didn’t happen it must not have. Riiiiiight.

Anyway. As of today, the Crown has agreed to withdraw the case if I do some community service. As a favour to myself and other taxpayers, I have decided to take them up on their offer. Why? I could continue to fight this through court just to prove that I am honest and have been telling the truth all along, or I could move the hell on with my life, continue to do great acting work, and start enjoying life again. I am quite certain that I would win if I did insist on this going to trial, but with how flawed our system is, the extra effort’s not even worth it. Nor are the lawyer fees. I’ve defended myself all through this process, including getting withdrawn two peace bond applications filled with false information against me (one from my ex, and one from Liana Kerzner, a friend of my ex’s), and thus far, telling the truth has served me well enough. Besides, I’d be spending those hours anyway, and I’d rather they benefit someone else than just be wasted.

With how much I’ve learned about the system, I’d rather just pass my knowledge on to others so they hopefully have less abrasive encounters with dishonest cops and/or abusive partners. It’s what’s made me such a staunch actorvist the past little while – life is NOT fair, and the good people often get screwed over because the people supposed to be ‘protecting us’ can’t or won’t pursue those actually in the wrong. (Anyone who knows me knows that it’s in my nature to help people anyway, so I may as well get some credit for it. ;p)

My story is by far NOT the only one. Recently in Toronto, a rookie cop doing the right thing by arresting an impaired driver was harassed by other officers – because the person he arrested was a fellow officer. Or look at Byron Sonne, who spent ELEVEN months in jail for his honest curiousity. There’s a million stories of police misconduct out there, and I think it’s time the public hold the police truly accountable for their actions.

As for what I’ve learned? It’s kind of scary, but I hope it’ll help someone else out. Some of this applies to Ontario, Canada, specifically, so please do due reasearch into the laws in your area.
1) If you are ever searched by police without a warrant, make it loudly known that you do not consent to the search but that you will not impede them. This is one of many steps in learning your rights.
2) Any person who believes a crime has been done has the right to speak to a Justice of the Peace and file what’s called a private information. The Criminal Code is available online.
3) If you find yourself in a domestic violence situation – don’t wait, don’t hesitate, don’t try and protect the other person. Report what’s happened to you IN DETAIL as soon as it happens. Don’t skip on details. Write everything down so that you can refer back to it later. Keep a log of everything that happens.
4) You can’t count on anyone else to help you or for anyone else to be invested in your outcome. Not witnesses, not factual physical evidence, nothing. So much can be brushed over or skewed, even when you are telling the truth. If you do hire a lawyer for your situation, take the time to write them out a detailed timeline of events so that they at least have a record of everything that’s gone on. So many lawyers are unprepared and/or apathetic.
5) Conduct in court: come dressed professionally, and be polite. You’d be surprised at how many people overlook this. Essentially, you are playing in the big-kid sandbox, and if you don’t play by their rules, they are not going to be very nice to you.
6) If you’ve been charged with a crime, you have the right to request further evidence against you if you believe there may be anything else.
7) If you are trying to report domestic violence, most courthouses should have a program called Victim-Witness Assistance. Again, don’t wait – get in there right away. If you are charged with a crime and cannot afford a lawyer, court houses also have Duty Counsel who can provide you with basic legal advice. They are often overloaded and underpaid.
8) The criminal justice system is like a cliquey club – they have certain language they use and protocols they follow that seem meant to be confusing for the average person. Acronyms like JPT (judicial pre-trial) and OIC (Officer in Charge), for example. The good news is that Google is your friend, and most lawyers offer a free consultation. Gather your questions and do your research. You DO have the capacity to learn these things. Again, read the Criminal Code. There’s also bodies of rules pertaining to how police must behave, for example, as well as the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.
9) Being arrested and charged is NOT the end of the world – they just want you to feel like it is. So much of police and court process is about intimidation, which is why sometimes people get physically beaten when they are not talking and giving police the answers they want to hear.
10) Stick to the facts. As much as you are going to have emotional involvement in what’s happening to you, you will be taken more seriously if you can be relatively objective about everything. A lot of people make the mistake of publicly saying that the police were “out to get them”, etc – whether or not it’s true, prove the hows and whys. Judges also don’t want to hear people ramble on; the more definitive answers you can give, the better. Yes, No, I saw, This happened, etc.
11) The scariest is that the police have an internal records-management system that the public has no access to whatsoever. They can write whatever they want to in there. I’m sure they have a novel or two about me by now, with all these things that I’ve “done”. A little 1984, anyone?

(I just realized this turned into a Ten Things post, so I’m going to stop at eleven for now. ;p)

Anyway. I feel like I’ve been to hell and back with everything I’ve gone through, but point of fact is that I refuse to see myself as a victim – not of domestic violence, not of police misconduct, nothing. I am a fucking SURVIVOR, and I am going to turn this whole shitstorm of bad experiences and getting caught up with bad people into some amazing art and some amazing profit for myself.

Any news outlets who want to cover this story – I welcome the chance. You can contact me at emily dot schooley at gmail dot com. I applaud any of you who’ve actually read this mini-essay, btw. I’ve had a lot to say about this for a long time and I am glad to be at a place where I can talk publicly about my experience with being arrested for reporting domestic violence.

Oh and PS: I guess I’m a ‘real’ celebrity now, now that I’ve been arrested. You’re welcome for the sarcasm.

On Group Mind and Groupthink

Monday, December 19th, 2011

This past weekend, I just fininshed an amazing improv class at ITC about ‘working as a group’ – that is, honing our ability to participate with a group mind. We had a great instructor and the class was full of awesome, positive, supportive people who I’d work with in a heartbeat any day at any performance venture. And again, in my world, art often imitates liefe.

Group mind is all about drinking each other in, drinking the koolaid – as they say – and working as a cohesive whole to create something awesome. The energy and synchronicity that comes out of being part of a group working together feels SO positive and comfortable. Group mind is all about ACTIVELY analyzing, listening and supporting one another, with everyone playing an equal part in creation but knowing when to go with the ebb and flow. Watching groups work together in this way is magical.

What makes groups who work together with a group mind (whether it’s in the office, on a film, on stage for improv in a writhing mass of people… wherever…) successful is a combination of things. First off, everyone in the group is actively engaged, actively listening to and observing others, and actively participating – which means they have just as much chance as anyone else to steer the group in a new direction and contribute to the overall endeavour. Also, a critical component of a successful group mind is that there is NO negativity and judgment of other group members, or for that matter, those outside the group. Everything is accepted and most importantly immediately supported, all within a safe environment. That’s what allows trust and that’s what lets the magic happen.

Something I’ve been thinking a lot lately about is the functional opposite of group mind – groupthink. (For those curious about what groupthink entails, the Wikipedia article is pretty decent.) I’ve been part of groups that have utilized groupthink – without realizing just what was going on – and the results are not nearly as positive. In fact, I would venture to say that groupthink is highly DESTRUCTIVE.

Here’s how groupthink effectively differentiates from group mind: everyone is NOT an equally valued individual engaging in active participating and listening. People are pressured to be uniform – usually based on aspirations of the group leader – and silence is seen as consent towards the group’s actions. Anyone other than the leader who dares to stir change is often seen as “disloyal”; unlike group mind which is ONLY about members of the group, those falling victim to groupthink are also led to see people outside of the group as outsiders – and often, therefore, wrong. Absolute pure morality of those with groupthink is never questioned – the group is assumed to be “right”, always.

Of the two, I know which I prefer.

I’ve spent a lot of time observing people lately, and contemplating my own past and present actions in a variety of situations. I’ve also spent a lot of time talking with people I trust… and of the groups I’ve been present in – one using group mind and the other being highly partial to groupthink – I’ve made some highly telling observations. In the former group, we’ve had some brilliant discussions. What I’ve seen that is perhaps most telling is an overall lack of overwhelming negativity. Certainly, there’s things that bother us and we discuss them, but one telltale characteristic is an ability to separate dislike of a person’s action from dislike of the person themselves. In the groupthink group, I’ve seen hatred of a person (usually a previous group member) snowball from one small act that went against ‘what the group wanted.’ And that’s happened a little too often for my liking.

There’s a culture of underlying trust, of “I’ve got your back”, of “take that risk and we’ll support you” in the group with group mind. There’s not nearly the same level of judgment that is present in the community that fell prey to groupthink. In the latter, personal risks and choices to make bold moves were rarely acceptable; if you did something too ‘out there’ or if you told the wrong person the wrong thing you could guarantee that the group would turn on you, usually after you were backstabbed by another group member.

From observing people for so long, I get why people fall into groupthink. I honestly don’t blame them for it; it’s something I’ve succumbed to as well. The important thing is to realize when you ARE being inherently destructive – of yourself, of another person – and to be able to safely pull back from the group. It takes a strong person to call themselves or someone else on their faults, but it takes an even stronger person to own their faults and move on from them.

On Bullying.

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

I’m seeing a lot of propaganda, postings, Twitters, blogs, etc about bullying lately. Some are insightful, some are hate campaigns in disguise, some are shocking sensationalsim, some of them mean well but are not progessive… The bottom line is you have to critically evaluate everything you read on the internet for it to be useful. Taking something at face value that may or may not be factual is dangerous to say the least.

I think we can all agree that we want to find *constructive* ways to make our and future generations more adept at dealing with and minimalizing both the impact bullies have on society, in the classroom, etc, and we want to see a reduction in bullying that happens. Anywhere. To anyone. Period.

Here’s the thing – I am an actor. I am a student of life. I observe the way people act, react, and interact. It’s crucial to my art to be able to understand and feel and express emotions – the whole spectrum, all the good and the bad. In elementary and high school, there were occasions where I was bullied. I still remember my “best friend” in Grade Two leading me with my eyes closed (because I trusted her!) through a pile of dog crap. In high school, there were spitballs and gum in my hair, people making fun of the way I dressed and the beliefs I had. (You try being a bisexual pagan teenager figuring out her identity in a small town – not easy to say the least!) Even in the core group of friends I had leaving high school, we had in-fighting from time to time. All of these women have grown up to be exceptional, kind, generous, beautiful people I am still happy to call friends, may I add.

The bottom line is that I know how it feels to be bullied. It’s not a feeling I want to have, and it’s not a feeling I want to cause others to have, either. However, fairly recently I let ‘love’ and hushed nasty gossip blind me to the hate campaign I was being encouraged on towards another woman. When I finally came to my senses I apologized to her for my actions. Not for any cookies on this end, but because what I and others had been engaging in was wrong, period. I can’t speak for them but I could at least speak for myself and acknowledge my own poor choice of actions. I let myself be blinded by groupthink, by the hate and superiority I was told it was okay to feel toward this person, rather than getting to know her at all and judging her on my own interactions with her.

Again, as an actor, ultimately my job is to move others, to inspire them, to provide them with a sense of catharsis. In my own daily interactions, I much prefer to build up and support other people, not tear them down and spread needless hate around. Hate begets hate – that’s a hard lesson to learn, but it’s why I try very hard not to return the unnecessary anger, lies, and betrayals that come my way from time to time. You can disagree or be upset with someone’s choice of action without hating the person doing the action. With all the people that have hurt me over time, I do not hate them. I am not after ‘vengeance’. But I have felt hurt and I am disappointed with what these people have done to hurt me, especially when those things are done intentionally and maliciously. Have I mentioned that as an actor, I’m probably also overly sensitive? Yeah. I cry at those stupid commercials with sad kittens.

There are a lot of things we can do to shrink the power of bullies. For one, always being responsible for our own actions and leading by example – teaching children to think for themselves from an early age, rather than go along with what the group is doing just because it’s ‘cool.’ Teach them to have the courage to stand up to the group when they don’t agree with what’s going on. The more people who will speak out when something is wrong, the less wrong that will be tolerated. Commend leadership instead of criticizing those who dare to be different.

As I mentioned above, you also need to separate the action from the person. Calling someone a bully – especially young, vulnerable minds – is just as harmful a name as fat, ugly, stupid, slow, etc. The same with labelling someone a victim. Even adults are far too quick to ascribe one overall characteristic to someone, sometimes. “Oh, well, if I’m a bully, then I guess everyone’s going to hate me anyway and why should I be nice to them?” People take on the labels and identities they are given by others, whether or not either party realizes it.

Thirdly, you can find alternate ways to respond to hatred when it is directed toward you. People who harm and seek to control others (through mental, verbal, physical, etc tactics) usually do so because of a perceived lack or hole in their own life. You can hold someone accountable for their actions without using blame and without raising your voice, both of which also serve to increase anger and hostility. There is also a fine line between forgiveness and allowing something to happen more than once. Some questions I find effective at reducing blind hatred and rage are “What’s really bothering you?” “Why are you directing your anger at me?” “Why are you hurting?” It may take some time for the angry person to come around, but by challening their core rather than responding to their outward bluster, you are more likely to effect change rather than compound their hostility.

Creating a culture of true equality and inclusion will also minimize the emergence of bullies. This one is a harder task than the ones prior – and those are not often easy feats – but when people feel they are valued equally and not in competition for affection/benefits/what-have-you, they will be less likely to want to cause discord to get what they feel are missing. If something’s not made out to be a big deal, other people won’t consider it a big deal – but the stronger the reaction or struggle, the more magnitude it will gain.

With regards to victimization: again, it’s the repeating of jargon that makes someone believe what they hear – telling someone they are a victim enough times will be sure to have them feeling perpetually targetted by life. If you tell someone that they are stronger and wiser despite their pain, that label will stick just as well as if you tell them they were victimized. Personally, I feel that I am a product of my past experiences, NOT a victim, despite the upsetting things I have undergone. These experiences have made me stronger, wiser, less tolerant of injustices, and more willing to speak out on behalf of myself and others when I know people are being wronged. I catch a lot of flack for being so verbose, sometimes, but I am doing what I feel is ultimately right.

People who go through being bullied, abused, etc should be given the freedom to discuss their experiences in a non-judgmental environment. They should be given the freedom to express their feelings without being told that they are wrong, overreacting, lying, exaggerating, and without demands put on them for the things they “should” do now. If someone has been physically threatened, for example, they should be reminded that they have the option to report said person to law enforcement if they so desire. They should not be made to go, but by the same token their experience should not be trivialized so that they end up not reporting the person, who may go on to do further damage to them or others. When feelings are judged, people are going to carry the trauma with them longer than if they are allowed to express themselves and work through what they are feeling.

A little extra tolerance and kindness for those who are struggling with bullies never hurts, either. It may be frustrating for any number of reasons to see a friend or loved one go through pain, but when you stress them further about the situation “What are you going to do?” “I think you should report them!” “I don’t believe you.” “You’re exaggerating.” “Don’t let this impact your homework!”, you are going to make things worse for them instead of better.

By the same token a zero-tolerance approach for bullying is needed, which includes both consequences for the person doing the bullying AND an attempt to figure out the cause of the person’s hurtful behaviour. In schools, instead of a time-out, how about missing out on a day or two of their club or sports team, and talking with a guidance counselor instead?

The important part is that the person causing the hurt must realize the consequence is directly related to their action – which also means that those receiving the consequences must be given agency. That is, if they change their behaviour for the better (or say, sincerely apologize for their actions), they won’t have to serve their entire punishment. But if they let the behaviour happen again, the punishment is worse next time. They need to be given a limited amount of trust, and be allowed to rebuild what they have broken without undue further judgment. They also need to not be ostracized for life for one action – none of us are perfect and we all make mistakes.

So why am I writing this all? I guess it’s because recent events really have me thinking – about how to make the world better, about how to make myself a better person, about how to have better relationships with others. Certain recent events and the way they were handled have really upset me, but in that situation I do not have the agency to control anyone’s reactions but my own.

All I know is that I want to see things get better, not worse, and I’m willing to do my part to make it so.

Ch-ch-changes…

Monday, January 31st, 2011

Dear everyone,
As you may or may not have heard, probably the single biggest change I have decided to make in my life is that I am going to be going vegan. For at least a few months, if not as a more permanent thing. There’s a lot of reasons for this, and it is going to be damn hard because I love my meat and cheese and ice cream and yogurt and other things that are unhealthy for me… but truth is, after gaining some weight for a project a bit ago, I just haven’t been able to shed it back in the same way as I had before, and my body has been ever-increasing in griping at me in regards to what I’ve been eating – even though it’s been healthy food. Mostly. I’ve been getting more sensitive to a lot of foods lately and my body has flat-out rejected (through violent internal means) a lot of these same foods. It kills me to give up things like my yogurt, but I’m gonna give this a go and see how I feel in a couple months, then re-evaluate.

So yeah, that’s big and scary but I’ve got a couple of lovely ladies who have been inspiring me, so that helps. One thing I wanted to touch on – and if you have not heard about it, go read online, as there are scads of articles about it – is Portia De Rossi’s comments on her anorexia. I am very proud of her – a lovely woman I grew up watching on Ally McBeal – for portraying anorexia in a realistic light. There’s such a fucking dichotomy in the industry when it comes to body weight and appearance. People are criticized often for being “too fat”, but in a lot of ways, “too thin” is still idealized, and that needs to come to an end. Yes, movements are being made to bar unhealthy-looking models, but then we have other celebs like Mila Kunis providing mixed messages about unhealthy weight. That she needs to “take time to be okay with more fat on her” … what the hell are you propagating, Hollywood?

Do me a favour, guys. Talk to your women friends, girlfriends, mothers, sisters, whomever – buy them a nice meal of their favourite foods and tell them how fabulous they look, no matter what size they are now. Extra five pounds? Bloody encourage it. REAL WOMEN are not meant to look airbrushed like porn stars or emaciated like twelve year old boys from Africa. Love the boobs, love the curves, love every goddamn inch of them. Because too many women think they’re fat/ugly/old/wrinkly/just plain not good enough. That needs to stop, and let’s face it, most women are secretly terribly insecure about weight and size, no matter how perfect others may think they are already.

Let’s change what the network bigwigs think we want to see in demographics. Let’s change the goddamn industry. Tell them curves are lovely. Look at what the Greeks found beautiful. Why can’t we have that now?

… I’ll end the rant here for now, but the soapbox stays.


Next up – this week’s BOOB Show.

… and a piece of spoken word I recorded. My first one. Eep!


Lastly, I’ve got something to confess. I may have said this before. I fall in love at least twice a day with things I find beautiful/inspiring/compelling – people, ideas, places, what have you. I want you to check out:

Miss Late July. She’s a talented musician and writer, and absolutely gorgeous. She blogs in a way I wish I could blog, and I am glad to be slowly getting to know her.

Katherine Curtis. This lady is made of awesome. She’s actually one of my inspirations for going vegan, and I fucking adore her. So there.

Liana K. My other big inspiration for healthier eating choices, and another strong woman I am proud to call a friend. She’s got more drive, intelligence, ambition, and talent in her pinky finger than some people will have in their entire lives.

Veronika Swartz. One of the most hilarious and straightforward ladies I know. Also gorgeous, smart, talented, versatile and creative as fuck. Who else would dress up as Lady Gaga and rock it so well?

Maybe I just have an affinity for other sassy redheads. Who knows. But seriously, I love these women and you should too.

Things that are “Pretty Fucking Sweet” this week…

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

(My loving-on posts are in the works, not to worry! I’m just taking time to compile more of a list and more eloquent reasons as to why these people are awesome.)

In the meantime, here’s yet another awesome acting blog for some inspiration: Acting Without the Drama. Ben, the guy who runs the blog (and you can also follow him on twitter: @Actingnodrama) was originally linked to me through my friend and fellow actor Marco Gennuso (who is also on twitter: @MarcoGennuso). Ben is full of practical, honest, and thorough advice which a lot of people don’t bother to give away for free. And best of all, he’s an outgoing and genuine guy who’s great at reaching out to people.
In my humble opinion, if someone’s going to impart knowledge for free, take it. Take what you need and can use from it. Too many people want to make money off being “an expert” in something, and that often comes with a sort of taint that anything given freely does not.

Secondly, a little “yay me!” moment… tomorrow, I’m going to be filming for Global’s new Digital channel. So excited for that! And I’m equally excited to be attending an exclusive premiere of the new Doctor Who on Thursday, hosted by Space. (Even if a lot of you have already watched the torrent. ;p) I’m going to see if I can’t put together a costume set for me and my guest, to go as Eleven and Amy. I promise pictures if I pull it off! ;)

Lastly for now, I started my improv training last night at The Impatient Theatre Company. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the receiving end of improv in a classroom setting, and boy does it feel good to be back. I’ve taught improv to kids and I’ve played improv games, but there’s something different and almost magical about being able to develop that much more in an open and nurturing setting. I think part of what I really like is that most of my classmates aren’t “actors”, they don’t have that need to perform and be seen. Rather, they’re just honest, open people who are just as nervous on the first day as I am and are more about just being.
The mutual vulnerability is a beautiful thing.
From it comes some very honest work (as funny as it is, it’s also honest and raw to proclaim to a room full of people that you love sex, or that you love orgasms, or that you love your daughter) and to me, that is what the root of acting should always be. The truth. Not your own personal truths as you as an actor. Your character might or might not be worrying about that huge pimple on their face or whether their hair is perfect or whether you fed the dog or whether another actor on set is prettier than you are. That stuff’s all crap when you step into a role but so many of us can’t shake it off 100% of the time, myself included. Improv is so freeing from that. It takes you out of your head and makes you hungry for the truth, for those moments of honesty and those sparks of connection between you and others in the scene. It’s about those connections between people, and man, is it ever Pretty Fucking Sweet.
(And that’s why I’m so happy to be doing it, because I need it and I crave that expansion beyond myself.)

Creativity breeds… more creativity.

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

Remember those blogs I linked last post? There’s a hundred, a thousand more that I could link. That I should link. Why? Because I like to feel inspired, I like to know that there are other creative and perhaps a little left-of-centre people out there working as hard as I am to make their dreams come true.

First off, did you get a chance to read the Cosmo issue featuring Lady Gaga? No? Then go get it. I’ll wait.
Read it? Good.
So. My biggest Gaga turn-on? I like and admire her as a performance artist. Yes, she’s a talented musician. Yes, she’s attractive. Yes, she had some of the same issues I did back in high school. But you know what? She’s bodacious enough to embrace the unusual, to move past her past and always seek to be better and more bodacious. From her own site:
This is one rising pop star who hasn’t been plucked from a model casting call, born into a famous family, won a reality TV singing contest, or emerged from a teen cable TV sitcom. “I did this the way you are supposed to. I played every club in New York City and I bombed in every club and then killed it in every club and I found myself as an artist. I learned how to survive as an artist, get real, and how to fail and then figure out who I was as singer and performer. And, I worked hard.”

(Maybe I’m still trying to figure out who I am as a performer. Hell, I look back at things I did two, three years ago and think “Man, I could do that so much better now. I really sucked then.” It’s about sucking less, or not sucking at all.)

Next up: Amanda Fucking Palmer. I was a devout Dresden Dolls fan when the band was together, and more than a few of her songs from that time period hit home. Then she went solo. I liked and respected her even more for striking out on her own, and especially for not being afraid to be a REAL woman performing what and how she wanted, instead of being yet another carbon-copy Hollywood waif. And now she’s doing EvelynEvelyn… she’s pushing and reinventing and coming up with new things, not just stagnating. And she’s real. I’ve had a couple tweets from her, I’ve seen her interact with other people I know. She’s not hiding behind her computer or sunglasses or whatever going “I’m a celebrity and different from you regular people.” And she and Neil Gaiman are damned cute together.


… I hate to cut this short, but I’m apparently getting dragged out. Expect a continuation of this post later (maybe several), with a few of my favourite actors and why they inspire me.