We have voices for a reason.
This is ours.
When I was a kid learning about civil rights, I’d often wonder what I would have done in the 50s. Would I have stood up to the ignorance, hatred, and bullying? Or would I have been too afraid to speak up? Would I have fought alongside those who were fighting for the most basic of human rights, or would I have allowed them to fight their own battles? Could I have sat at that counter in Greensburo? Could I have been a gotten on the Freedom Riders bus?It was easy then to say yes. Of course. It was easy to say I could have, when I assumed I’d never have to.It was the 90s. The 50s were in the history books and in the stories my mom told. The 60s had happened, now it was the 90s and I was sitting right next to black and Latino kids in my classroom.Of course I could say yes - because I never thought I’d have to do it.That was the 90s.Now it’s twenty years later, and if you replace today’s headline with “black” instead of “gay”, it’s like no time has passed at all.When anti-gay segregation laws are being passed, and people are having real, actual, conversations about whether allowing a same-sex couple to get married opens the door to polygamy and child-brides, it’s time to ask yourself the question again.When are we going to stand up for what we know is right? When are we going to stand up to lawmakers who seem to have forgotten that the whole point of being in the politics is to help the people. When are we going to stand up to a law that only exists to belittle its own tax-paying, law-abiding, citizens?Rep. Charles Macheers was absolutely right to say “Discrimination is horrible. It’s hurtful … It has no place in civilized society.” It’s a shame that he’s using that thought to push for a bill that does exactly that.But you can’t rationalize with ignorance. You can’t sit ignorance down and try and talk to them like they’re an adult. Ignorance can’t hear you.You can’t tell ignorance that, not only is this bill absolutely disgusting, it’s also absolutely pointless. Denying basic human rights to gay citizens won’t stop them from being gay, because there’s no choice in it. How do I know? Because I’ve never made a decision to be straight. It just… is.Today I encourage Kansas to fight this law.Be better human beings than your law assumes you will be.Be smarter business owners than your law assumes you will be.Be more loving than your law assumes you will be.Be more open-minded than your law assumes you will be.Be better than the state of Kansas has today declared you should be.Today I encourage you to board your own Freedom Bus. Because unless we continue to fight, these laws will continue to pass.This isn’t someone else’s duty. This isn’t someone else’s fight. If you are an empathetic citizen of this country, if you posses any type of soul, if you have within you the ability for compassion - this is your fight. Because looking out for our neighbor, making sure our fellow man (or woman…) is afforded the same rights as you - those are the things that make this has made this country great. Those are the things that will make this country great again.Twenty years ago, asking yourself what you would have done, it was easy to say you would have fought. I’m not saying it won’t be easy to say it now, but if the alternative is to see the rights of my neighbors, friends, and family taken away…This is our fight.
Someone wrote an article about the movie!
Now, check this out:
I’m super excited about this. Also super weirded out, because I’m not the one who gets the press. I’m the one who stands awkwardly by while other people, normal people, people who wouldn’t answer interview questions with “I wanted to make a Power Rangers movie,” get interviewed (as it should be).
I don’t mean this in a symbolic sense. I mean, as a PA, I have literally stood by awkwardly waiting, while actors on the show get interviewed.
And yet - here is an article about me and a movie I’m making.
A movie I’m making and am now watching snowball into… a MOVIE. I’M making.
Because seven months ago, I just wanted to go to Texas. Seven months ago Wendy Davis had just stood for 13 hours for women everywhere. She was brave. She fearless. She was inspiring, and I just wanted to be a part of it all. Seven months ago, I just assumed I’d sleep on couches and walk precincts everyday for a spring.
And then… and then my friends weren’t voting, and I was frustrated. So then it was, when I’m in Texas I’ll register voters. That turned into, maybe I’ll make a short of out this. Which turned into: I’m making a movie. I’m pulling my friends into it. I’m going to dedicate 18 hours a day to this. I’m not going to sleep and I’m probably going to give myself an ulcer.
And today it turned into - holy shit. I’m making a movie, and people are actually caring about it now.
So read this article. Check out our website. Get involved. And stay tuned, because I can’t be sure, but I’m sure I’ll as some point have a pretty great, public, panic attack.
Why should we raise the minimum wage?
Because I’m bad for the economy when I have $918 a month left over after rent.
Because I want to spent money. I want to buy useless crap. I just can’t.
Why should we pay 16 year olds flipping burgers $10/hr? Because 16 year olds buy video games. They buy concert tickets and cars. They don’t save their money - it goes right back into the economy.
Because single parents working three jobs to pay for their family is embarrassing to this country. And that’s on us, not on them.
Because the custodian in my office works a 12-hour graveyard 5 night a week, and cleans houses 3 days a week.
Because the minimum wage isn’t working anymore, and the only people saying it is aren’t making minimum wage.
Because no opportunity is created when workers are choosing between buying food or paying a bill. The picture of the future is diminished when the present looks like an empty fridge and a winter without heat.
Because we’re not jerks. Because we should care about our neighbors, metaphorically and realistically.
Because Jim Hightower’s dad was right - "Everyone does better, when everyone does better."
Just so we’re all on the same page…
Questions it’s NOT sexist to ask:
Where do you get your confidence? (To quote Mindy Kaling - “I think people are well meaning, but it’s pretty insulting. Because what it means to me is, ‘You, Mindy Kaling, have all the trappings of a very marginalized person. You’re not skinny, you’re not white, you’re a woman. Why on earth would you feel like you’re worth anything?’”)How do you balance it all? How can you possibly take care of your marriage, child, and career at the same time? Men do it without comment, but you have boobs - how can you possibly manage?Are women funny? Men are funny, that’s a universal fact. But a woman? Funny? I don’t know… maybe every once in a while. You certainly can’t count on it. But hey, congrats on Bridesmaids though. That’s a real win for all of you, huh?Question it IS sexist to ask:Lena Dunham - Why are you naked all the time? Nothing against you personally, just generally wondering how it drives the story to have your character naked.Got it? No? Here’s the breakdown:It’s NOT sexist to lump every single woman into one giant pot, and any success they have has to be measured by how great you do in comparison to how easily a man can do the same thing.It IS sexist to ask any question that makes Lena Dunham specifically feel uncomfortable, or any question she doesn’t have a solid answer to.So how about you stop being such a sexist asshole?
Story matters. Writing is important. Stories make the world go around. Many things begin as words on a page. It matters to the world. And it matters to you. Don’t let anyone rob you of that. Don’t rob yourself of it, either. Don’t diminish. Don’t dismiss. Embrace. Create. Accelerate.
— Chuck Wendig (via writingquotes)
Twas the Night Shoot Before Hiatus
Twas the night shoot before hiatus, and all through the office,
Not a creature was stirring, even the copier didn’t bother us.
The prelims were hung on the clipboards with care,
In hopes a final callsheet soon would be there.
The PAs were nestled all snug at their desks,
While visions of crew gifts danced in their heads.
And the actors on marks and lights burning hot,
Had just settled in for a wide establishing shot.
When from out of my phone, there arose such a clatter,
I minimized Buzzfeed to see what was the matter.
Over to the phone, my hand flew like a flash,
Quickly answered “hello production” in quite a dash.
The copier, finally quiet, from a fresh run oneliner,
Got jammed five times and ran out of toner.
When what to my little PA ears did I hear?
“We’ve made some changes and pages are near.”
With many different lines, and a whole new last act,
It knew in a moment, it must be a full draft.
Faster than lightening, we ran the draft and new sides,
Jumped in the golf cart and ran to set with pride.
Now prelims! Now call sheets! Now triple white pages!
On crafty! On walkies! On standins and stages!
To the company move! To laying down cable!
Now quickly call action to get back on schedule!
They all ran to their marks and got right back to work,
‘Now back to Pinterest,’ I thought with a smirk.
But I heard them whisper, as the wigwags flashed so bright,
“Happy hiatus to all, and to all a good night.”