Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Number 58: Start a campaign (Or Join One -- Erika Jumps on the HRC Bandwagon)

Like many of you, I awoke yesterday morning to find my Facebook news feed filled with stories about changed profile pictures. A number of my friends had changed their profile picture to show this graphic brought to you by the Human Rights Campaign:




If you follow me regularly, you may have noticed that I rarely blog about anything political. I have my views, but I don't often post them for all to see, read, refute... However, you will also know that what I do write about is emotions. I try to speak from the heart, and what I saw on Facebook yesterday spoke TO my heart. Because when I realized I was having difficulty distinguishing my friends in my news feed, the beauty of the solidarity in changing my picture hit me.

Those fighting in Washington this week in support of same-sex marriage are sending one simple message. We are all people, we may not all love the same way, but we all love. And we know how important love is to our happiness. I happen to be a woman who is attracted to men, but on my screen, I am now indistinguishable from close to half of my Facebook friends -- men who are attracted to men, men who are attracted to women, women who are attracted to women, people who love LOVE and want to say, "One love is not greater than another."

Then came the statuses mocking the sweeping change of profile pictures. I understand your point of view of what appears to be "jumping on the bandwagon" but the point is really, in this decision where nine people will decide who has the right to marry, the world is saying this is how we feel. As evidenced in this tweet I stole from a TIME article...


...Clarence Thomas may not "like" George Takei's profile picture tonight on Facebook, but in this time of social media inundation, I think articles like this one will indeed pass through their minds before the end of the hearings. (Although if you ask Ellen you might get a different opinion.) One of the biggest debates in this case is whether or not this is a decision that should be left up to The Supreme Court or whether is should be decided by the states, and by the people. Well, here are the people speaking up. This is how we fight nowadays, via Facebook and Twitter and Blogger. Via a constantly updated news stream on NYT and HuffPost and Fox News. So, yes, I do believe the justices are listening. We're shouting -- til we're red in the face (or at least the profile picture) -- that marriage is a basic right given to us by our status as US citizens.

In listening to NPR yesterday afternoon, a number of sound bites (Or is it bytes? I'm not quite that tech savvy.) were thrown around. I would highly recommend the NYT's compilation of these quotes here. One of the bites that I found most interesting, was the discussion on what the effects of same-sex marriage are on the children of these marriages, and why NOW is the time to address this issue. (Check out 'Newer than Cell Phones' and 'Crossed that River' for these particular instances.) I'm not a lawyer or a sociologist or a mother. But I spend my days around children and I see children interact with their various caretakers all day long. And what I see is, the children who are treated with love, are the children who are the happiest (and this often coincides with being well behaved and most certainly with contentment). Children only want to be loved. There is a question of, "Won't it be harder for them to to grow up in a family that is different?" These families are only different because we define them as such. Once a stigma is lost, we stop being afraid and we learn to accept. Or as a wise man once said,


I don't have all of the answers. I wish I could make a sweeping argument over the course of this blog that would make the decision easier in the coming weeks, but this is my opinion and for now that's all I've got. Because I am an American woman and I have a right to my opinion. Because the constitution protects me and my right to not only have one, but to speak it proudly. I mean, you are talking to a girl who became a feminist in the fourth grade when she dressed up as Elizabeth Cady Stanton for a class project. And when that same girl took some women's studies classes in college, she learned that the most commonly used term for feminist nowadays is this:
A third wave of feminism arose in the late 20th century and was notable for challenging middle-class white feminists and for broadening feminism's goals to encompass equal rights for all people regardless of race, creed, economic or educational status, physical appearance or ability, or sexual preference. -- Merriam-Webster's definition, as well as the one I learned in college
Equal rights for all people. ALL PEOPLE. If I could recommend you read one more article today, it would be the essay published yesterday by Cleveland Browns' linebacker, Scott Fujita. He's a pro-athlete, ally, and adopted child to a mixed-race couple. It's quite well-written and it makes a clear, valid argument on the case for gay marriage, but also on the importance of family, and looking back at our nation's history. This isn't the first time a group of people has had to fight for a basic right and it won't be the last. Even if the only way you are able to show your support right now is a small, pink equal sign on your Facebook page, you should be proud of yourself. You are a part of history.

As always, remember to spread some love today.
xoxo.
E

Friday, March 22, 2013

Number 17: Go commando

Okay, everyone is thinking it so I'm just going to come out and say it. My posts have been a little emotional lately. And long. I like to write, but I also started this blog to do something fun. So, this will be short. Here is what I have to say about Task Number 17. 

I tried this. I do not like it. It's like... underpants were created for a reason. (I'm just NOT Jon Hamm, okay?! Stop with the pressure.)

The end.

(Except how could I end WITHOUT showing this clip?!)





Thursday, March 21, 2013

#ActorProblems: The Onion Was Right About Me


Friends, Romans, Actors, lend me your ears. And eyes. If you haven't already read THIS article from The Onion, I recommend you do that now. Seriously. You. Go. Read. Now.

Okay. Now raise your hand and tell me if that accurately describes your life. Well, here I am raising both hands because that is 100% me. What's your deal, Onion? Stop understanding me so well. Or making fun of me so well, something like that.

When I introduce myself to people and they ask me what I do, I reply, "I'm an actress." Their next question is always, "So what have you been in?" Never ask an actor that question. Then we have to go through this story about the business and how it works and you're just breaking in to the scene here and yada yada yada. I understand why that's your first question, but just don't ask it. When you tell me you're in advertising, I don't ask, "Have you produced anything I might have seen?" Because the thing about most of us is, we've done a lot of work, it just might not be something you recognize and we don't feel like having to explain to you why what we HAVE DONE is meaningful to us.

I do not have an Oscar. I do not care if I ever win an Oscar. I feel accomplished. I still have a dream, and sometimes I only spend 10% of my day working on that dream. But it's a dream nonetheless. And that's a major thing I've got to hold onto right now. This may not work out. But you may also never be CEO of your organization. So, there's that. Sometimes I feel guilty that I don't want to go out and "change the world." But I think that I do help make the world a little better by bringing some art and some emotion into it.

If no one ever dreamed, life would be boring. There would be no Picasso. There would be no polio vaccine. We wouldn't have a black president. Hell, there wouldn't even be a United States to have a black president of. And you better believe I'm excited to write a post about our first female president. So what I'm saying is, yep, Onion, you got me. I bust my butt at two different jobs to afford my acting pursuits. But we all dream that we'll be happy in our careers one day, so freelance writer for The Onion that also works at Starbucks on the weekends, you got me again. I've got a lot of #ActorProblems, but my ability to dream certainly isn't one. I know this rant is getting long, so I'll end with this because I'm feeling a little passionate (And defensive? Why am I always so defensive about this?) right now.

A college student recently asked me for advice about setting out into this world of theatre. This is what I said.

"Nothing happens quickly in this business. The percentage of people who have that lucky "big break" is very small but the number of people making money working in facets of the industry is large. And there is no right way to get there and no right place to end up. Your path will take you places you never dreamed. Follow your own agenda. Don't take a job just because you're scared another one won't come along. (Because it will.) If something doesn't compel you, it's not worth your time and energy. In other words, be true to yourself. 

Okay, so that's the advice from the practical side of me. Here's my advice from the artist in me. If writing is your passion, NEVER STOP DOING IT."

I know I won't.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Number 51: Try An Extreme Sport

I grew up on a ski team. From the time I could walk, my parents strapped two planks to my feet, brought me to the top of a mountain, and said "go." I've had my fair share of race-related thrills, nerves, and injuries. 

None of that compares to the world of Adult Intramural Dodgeball.


I'd like to think of our team as one out of your typical underdog movie. A rag tag group of players enters a tournament to save their beloved gym from being taken over my a huge conglomerate. Wait, that's already been done you say? Okay, what about, an ex-baseball player, current alcoholic coaches his son's team of misfits in order to prove that if you've got some heart, you can play some ball. Oh, that's also a movie? With two terrible sequels and a kind of decent remake? Well, what about a small group of strangers that came together as some sort of respite from this cold Chicago winter and somehow became friends? Oh, okay. There is it. 

Yep, that's me fixing my hair while everyone else gets ready to play.
Our injury count was high, and the number in the wins column was low, but we had a hell of a time playing. I guess I realize why my parents put me on a ski team as a kid. A team brings you together. You make friends. In this case, I also learned a thing or two about adults. There were weeks we played with other teams that were just out there for the fun of it, and then there were weeks where we played against the most competitive group of grown ups to ever assembled gather-and-throw-things-at-other-adults. I'm really not kidding when I say that I'm pretty sure Jaws was on the other team one week.



But I digress. I was talking about making friends, not putting up with people who never learned how to be good sports. Or why it's not fair to draft a Bond villain. As I approach my one year anniversary in the city, I'm hyperaware of the life I've built for myself here and that includes the wonderful people I've chosen to surround myself with. With each new thing I decide to try I realize that no one is ever in a position to turn down friends, and I'll also suggest that if you ever get the chance to join a dodgeball team, say yes.

I think Team Super Stretch Armstrong will rise again.

And if we don't, at least we know how to throw a heck of an after party.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

MBFTIBMTTIF: Ten Weeks to the Half

 
Well friends, here I am, ten weeks from my first half-marathon and making good on my promise to rebrand my blog. I've come a long way since I bought that new pair of running shoes. Literally. Since February 23 (our first official day of training), I've logged 35 miles, and will complete an additional 9 by the end of the weekend. I'm pretty proud of myself seeing as I've never considered myself to be a runner before. 

I did a little research (you can take the girl out of Brandeis...), and discovered that not only is the half-marathon (that's 13.1 miles for those of you who don't know) is the "fastest growing road race distance in the United States," but that 59% of the people who run half marathons are women. Most of them are in the 35-44 age bracket, with the second highest concentration of ladies between 25-34 years old.* The more people I talk to about running this race, the more people tell me that they are currently training for a half or have run one in the past. It seems amazing to me that so many people a year put themselves through the training - mentally and physically to run such a distance. And now I'm one of them. 

So I've got my schedule, my flashy shoes, and my GPS watch is supposed to come in the mail tomorrow. But what's it all for? I've spent a bunch of money on gear and thrown myself out on the street to run four times a week. But why? I've already told you that I need some "me time". But while I stand before you as a coordinated, athletic (ha!) 26-year-old, I often need to remind myself of what happened to six-year-old Erika. As a kid, I couldn't run in a straight line. I don't mean by choice...


...but I mean I was physically unable to run in a straight line. I was slower and less coordinated than your average child. You can imagine how rough a game of tag was -- I was "it" until someone took pity on me and let me tag them. In late elementary/early middle school, my parents sent me to my first ever personal trainer to literally learn how to run. (This one didn't think I was fat, but I doubt he thought I'd ever run a half marathon either.) Now, I'm not saying this incident scarred me for life. Trust me, I know a lot of people have it much worse off than that. (Plus, I grew out of it once hitting puberty.) But on some level, it made me aware very early in life that I wasn't meant to be a competitive athlete. And it wasn't for lack of trying, but I just didn't get that gene.

But somehow, here I am, ten weeks away from a 13.1 mile ROAD RACE and I'm feeling pretty good about my training. It has been almost a year since I moved to Chicago and in the past year I have experienced some of the largest changes in my life. I feel like I've been moving towards a major goal, and adding this race to the list of things I've tried in the past year is exciting. My longest run to date is 5.5 miles, I'll do 6 this weekend, and I find myself actually excited to go out for a run each week. And still, there's more. This race has actually given me a physical goal to reach for, not just an intangible one like, "I want to audition more." And I actually think (gasp) this might be making me a more well-rounded person. You know, while simultaneously making me a less round person.

Plus, I get to drink a large glass of chocolate milk at the end of every run, so there's that.


See you on the streets.
xoxo.

*Look! There's a bibliography right here.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Number 66: Rebrand Yourself

Ladies and Gents - we are now 71 days into 2013 and it's been about that long since I promised you a rebrand. Well, here it is. When I started this blog in 2010, it all had to do with one list of 65 things. I was going to try and accomplish them all in a year, I didn't succeed but I learned a lot about blogging and about myself. As time as continued, I've gotten better at blogging on a more regular basis, but I've still found it hard to stick within my original parameters. So here it it -- I'm going to add some new segments to the list. Introducing my first two!



The first new segment is dedicated to training for my first ever half-marathon. I've currently living a single girl lifestyle (happily and by choice), but it doesn't mean that I can't rely on the opinions of some really wonderful gentlemen that I've dated in the past to fuel this title. I mean, who hasn't felt like this?! 

Next segment...




I have a lot of these so get ready. And yes, I'm hashtagging that. All the kids are doing it. I think. Tune in Thursday to see the first rebranded post EVER. (Well, if you're not counting this one.)

xoxo,
Erika