Wednesday, February 23, 2022

How I ruined my career

I lived in Los Angeles for 26 years pursuing an acting career.  I did sort of meh okay.  Small roles in a couple of sort of meh okay feature films.  Small roles in a fair number of TV series.  A couple of commercials.  But my career never popped, never moved on to bigger or juicier roles.  Always just barely enough success to stay hopeful, but not nearly enough to pay the bills, not enough to feel that my career was actually blossoming.

Since then, I've given some thought to why acting never took off for me.  I had some native talent and found an acting coach who gave me access to it, helped me develop it.  I was never thin and pretty enough to strike anyone as a leading ingenue, but I was young and strong and well-proportioned.  And not every leading actress has standard beauty (although they are almost to a one quite thin), because it takes something else for someone to become a star, and by that I mean a consistently working actor whose name carries some weight.  What is that something else?  The competition for work is absolutely crushing in Los Angeles.  So daunting to walk into an audition anteroom to see two dozen women vying for the same role - and those are only the ones whose audition time coincide with yours.  So what does it take to shine in that crowd?  What is it that makes a producer, director, casting agent say "This one has something.  This is someone to promote."?

Persistence is certainly key in the pursuit of any goal, and I did have that.  I stuck with it for two and a half decades.  Connections can matter, and I did have one connection, with a casting director who was the ex-wife of a man I dated for a while.  She is the reason I got my first two or three small roles.  But even a strong connection can only take one so far.  Liza Minnelli's name may have had something to do with her being given opportunities, but she had the goods to turn those opportunities into well-deserved stardom.

I think part of what didn't go right about my career is that I never developed my look, my style, my persona.  It is very useful for an actor to know what type she is, to recognize what roles she will be considered for, and play that up during an audition.  I, for example, could have fostered an image of myself as the kooky best friend to the leading lady.  That probably would have been a good persona for me, at least at the beginning, at least until my awesomeness inspired filmmakers to give me bigger and better roles and higher billing and big awards----

But I didn't do that.  I didn't occur to me.  I was not very smart about things like that.  I also didn't have the grit and commitment to develop myself physically, to learn new skills, to find mentors, to train and train and train.

My biggest downfall, however, was my desire to be liked and loved.  I understand now that a performer of any sort needs to have a certain kind of ego, a sense of herself as someone who should be successful, who deserves to be successful, the person everyone in the room should be watching.  (As an example, years ago I saw a performance by a fleshy brown-haired singer who, in an interview after her performance, declared she was going to be the biggest pop star in history.  At the time I thought, "Honey, you have a bloated sense of yourself."  You may have guessed that her name was Madonna, and that bloated sense of herself, along with her talents, got her exactly where she said she was going to go.)  

I didn't have that.  I walked into every audition desperately hoping they would like me, desperately hoping I was what they were looking for, desperate for approval and validation.  I never once in those years walked into a room with the attitude of "Here I am.  Your search of over.  I know what I've got and if you hire me, you'll know it, too.  I'm the one for this."

That hunger to be liked and loved and approved of also got in my way in my relationships with men.  I wanted to be chosen; it never occurred to me that maybe I should be doing the choosing.  But that's another subject.

Thank goodness I discovered writing.  At last I had something I could do that I'm really good at, something I can generate on my own without waiting for someone else to give me work.  The upshot is that now that I'm out of L.A. and focused on writing, I'm a much, much better actor and have a great deal more success in auditions than I used to, because I'm no longer desperate and hungry and eager to please.  Auditions are fewer in Seattle than in L.A., and I'm older so there are fewer roles for me.  But I am cast in most of the roles I audition for now, because now I walk into the room with the attitude "Here I am.  I can do this.  I'm either who you're looking for or I'm not, but I know I can do this."  And once the audition is over, I go back home to Sweet Hubby and my writing, rather than spending the next few days chewing my fingernails, "Did they like me?  Did I get it?  Was I good enough?"

It's hard not to wonder if I might have had a more successful acting career if I had been less interested in being liked, being loved, being chosen.  In fact, a lot of my life might have looked different.  But still, I have a great marriage, my plays are performed, and I get to act now and then.  So I guess it all turned out all right.

Monday, February 21, 2022

Is there a King Richard in your life?

Sweet Hubby and I recently watched the excellent film "King Richard", which dramatizes Serena and Venus Williams' journey from childhood to adult fame as tennis stars.  Their father, played by Will Smith, is portrayed as completely and unwaveringly devoted to their development as players.  He recognizes who they can be, and devotes his life to making sure their considerable promise is fulfilled.

I found myself wondering what these girls' lives would have been like if they had not had someone in their corner, someone committed to them as girls, as tennis players, as women.  Even as naturally talented as they were as girls, could they possibly have risen to the heights of both skill and renown they reached under their father's tutelage if they had been left to develop on their own?  They had old equipment, they played on shitty courts, and who would look for future tennis stars in Compton, CA? 

How many other children with innate talents, creativity, and intelligence founder and fail because they don't have someone cheering them on, someone who is completely confident in their eventual success?  How many children are left behind, end up living inglorious, mundane lives, their extraordinariness never discovered, never nurtured, never praised and urged on?

I think this may be partly why I have never wanted to be a parent.  I had a sense that a person's life isn't wholly about her any more once she becomes a parent, and I never trusted that I could be as unselfish as a parent needs to be.  I don't expect every parent to give her entire self to her child or children, as Richard Williams has to his girls.  But I know children deserve to have primary focus in a parent's life, to be loved and supported and cheered on, to have the chance to develop whatever gifts they may have.  It would be so great if everybody had a King Richard rooting for her.

Thursday, February 17, 2022

Granny Owl become Granny Green

An old man goes to a priest.  “What can I do for you, my son?” the priest asks.  The old man says, “For seventy years I’ve been married to the same wonderful woman, and I have been faithful to her the whole time – until last night.  Last night I was in a motel making love all night long to a couple of buxom blonde stewardesses.”  The priest doesn’t know what to say, so he says the one thing he can always fall back on.  “I see,” he says.  “And how long has it been since your last confession?”   “Confession?” says the old man.  “I don’t go to confession.  I’m Jewish.”  And the priest says, “Then why are you telling me this?”  And the old man says, “Are you kidding?  I’m telling everybody.”

As detailed in my Dec. 21 entry, "A Boise Love Fest", last December I had the opportunity to be cast in a series of commercials, which ended up being my best ever on-camera experience.  A couple of the commercials are now up on YouTube and, ham that I am, I'm telling everybody about them, most especially because they will only air in Idaho.  Check them out here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PPhsVNszg8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oE9CbtosIo8

We all truly did have as much fun as it looks like, and I am privileged to have been part of this jolly group of actors and crew.

Monday, February 7, 2022

Letter to Stop-the-Stealers

Dear Stop-the-Stealers,

Do any of you remember that Donald Trump began saying the 2016 election was rigged before the election had taken place?  And that he (and you) stopped being concerned about that once he won?  

Does it matter to you at all that every one of the 60+ lawsuits brought to court by him and his lawyers was dismissed, rejected, or lost for lack of or flimsy or specious evidence?

Do you notice that Mike Lindell, Mr. Pillow Man, has yet to produce the proof of election stealing which he has boasted for months is in his possession?

Have you tracked the fact that the Jan. 6 insurrectionists, originally accused by Fox News and its audience as well as certain members of Congress of being Antifa, crisis actors, members of the BLM movement, etc,. are now being called martyrs and heroes?

Did you ever stop to wonder if the insurrectionist would actually, literally, have hanged Mike Pence if they had caught him?  Would it have disturbed you if they had, or would you have cheered, because you want to live in a country in which a mob can lynch a Vice President and call themselves righteous?

Does any of this bother you at all?

Personally (and I know I may step on toes by saying this), I blame religion, in this case specifically Christianity, for the horrifying lack of critical thinking and discernment on display in the U.S. today.  In order to subscribe to Christianity (and most other religions), one must put critical thinking aside and swallow a lot of very silly stories.  One is discouraged, for example, from asking "How did penguins and buffalos and snakes get to the Ark?  And if every pair of animals procreated, who were their offspring supposed to mate with?"

I also blame Fox Supposed News for its formal agenda of misinformation, for seeking purposefully to stir its audience to anger and outrage.

But mostly, I blame you.  I understand that there are many forms of inequality in this country and that the natural human impulse is to find someone to blame for one's misfortunes and discomforts.  When a supposed leader points out who you should hate, it's tempting to direct one's wrath at those targets.  It saves you from having to figure out for yourself what is going wrong in your life and in your country.  We live in an incredibly complex world, where all of us are separated by borders and skin colors and languages and customs and histories, and yet are bound together by sharing this beautiful planet and its resources, as well as sharing our humanness.  So come on.  Open your eyes and ears.  Ask questions. Think.