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Old and Jaded at the Aquarium January 19, 2018

You know how when you’re little you think everything is big and bright and shiny, and then you go back as an adult and realize everything is tiny and the paint is chipping?

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When I was little, my great-grandmother lived near Boston. Every once in a blue moon, my mom would take us into Boston to play tourist for the day. My favorite place was the New England Aquarium. I thought it was magical! The cylinder tank in the middle was huge. The penguins were the funniest thing I had ever seen. That aquarium was the height of commercialized zoological conservation.

Then I went back last week, and here’s where my brain starts to hurt. (more…)

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The Mediocre Mugging December 22, 2017

This week’s touring adventures found the husband and I in Saskatchewan, Canada. Not a bad little place, if you discount the presence of a super aggressive homeless population.

The husband and I have lived in some pretty sketchy places (cough cough Oklahoma City cough cough). We’ve been raved at about the end of the world, been asked for change, but no one’s ever tried to mug us. And the attempted mugging was done in the most Canadian way possible.

We were walking down the street in the middle of the afternoon with a fellow cast member, and this dude starts walking up to get in my husband’s face. The husband shakes his head and says quite eloquently, “Get the f**k out of my way,” and steps around the mugger.

The mugger follows us and says, “Turn out your pockets.”

Turn out your pockets… Is this fifth grade? Is anyone actually going to turn out their pockets on command?

We keep walking and Mr. Mugger says, “Give me ten dollars, and I won’t punch you.” (more…)

 

Winning the Worth November 14, 2017

Filed under: Tales of Humanity's Imperfections — meganorussell @ 1:30 pm
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Hello my blog lovelies.

First of all, let me apologize for the long absence. I could say I was busy doing important actor/author business, but that would only be half true.

Really, it’s that the things I want to say, I’m not allowed to say. I’m not happy. I’m disgruntled, disenchanted, and deserve a hell of a lot better than the left over sack of poop people have been trying to shovel into my mouth.

I haven’t been working on new projects. I haven’t been running. I’ve been spending every spare bit of energy I have not screaming that I am worth more than being an afterthought and I refuse to be treated as a second-class citizen.

See, I would never claim to be a nice person. To me, nice people are those fake smilers. The ones who will offer you candy but not help you up the steps. Nice people will tell you how pretty your hair looks, but they won’t help you fix your stuck zipper.

I’m more of the good person type. I won’t lie and say your dress looks gorgeous when it doesn’t, but I will build a stretcher and haul you three miles to the edge of the woods where there’s cell phone service so we can call 911. (more…)

 

A Drag of an Issue August 11, 2017

Okay…I need to be a human for a second.

There’s this whole thing with authors where you’re never supposed to respond to a negative review. It totally makes sense. You’re not going to change a reader’s mind once they’ve decided they don’t like your work. All responding to them is going to do is make you look unprofessional and open the flood gates to internet trolls.

But here’s the thing. I just got a review on a book that hasn’t even been released yet, and the reader thinks my book is “transphobic.”

Frist off, I’m not transphobic. I’m all for everyone’s right to live life as one’s truest self. Second, the character they think I’m misgendering isn’t transgender but rather a drag queen.

My first thought was that maybe I had somehow implied that said character was transgender, in which case my reference to her being occasionally and originally male would be terrible. I thought I had been clear that the character was a drag queen, but maybe I had missed something. Then I reread the book blurb. (more…)

 

Vanquishing the Judgment Monster July 10, 2017

I would like to take a break from our regularly scheduled tales of wonderment in Ireland to tell you how damned proud of myself I am. No I didn’t land a huge role; no I’m not on the NYT bestseller list; but I did just brush aside unnecessary judgment like it was nothing, and that is a landmark decision.

It wasn’t criticism of anything important even. It was that terrible Mean Girls’ judgment that haunted us all through our teen years. I was just talking about something I liked and was really excited about and JM (judgment monster) decided to make horrible tishing noises like I had just declared eating puppies and throwing babies off buildings were my favorite pastimes. I tried to turn the conversation, which really didn’t involve JM, to another thing I was excited about. Once again, nasty noises like I was a serial killer.

Then I got this horrible twist in my gut. (more…)

 

A Bit of a Binge April 1, 2017

In this crazy day and age when it seems like the only way to escape constant panic about the sad shape of the world is to either binge on kitten videos or boxed wine, downtime can seem depressing.

If you’re sitting down to enjoy yourself at the end of a long day, shouldn’t you be out fighting for equality and justice? Taking a long lunch with some yummy coffee? Shouldn’t you instead be educating yourself on the tragedies in Syria or I don’t even know what part of Africa is the worst right now so I’m not even going to try and name drop?

This blog took a dark turn, huh?

But it’s true! You could spend your lunch cleaning up trash in your neighborhood, planting a community garden to feed the hungry, or, if you hate being outside, knitting hats for premature babies. (more…)

 

Attack of the Pretty People March 27, 2017

I have a fear of makeup stores. Yes, I’ve worked in makeup before. Yes, I wear a pound-and-a-half of makeup for shows eight (or more) times a week. Yes, it’s just a store and I shouldn’t fear human interaction. But I can’t help it; I’m terrified of makeup stores.

There’s something about walking into the bright lights that show every flaw in your pores, and then the heads of the pretty people in black swivel toward you like they can scent easy prey. They descend like hyenas, telling you how they can fix the bags under your eyes, or the wrinkles you’ve never even noticed on your forehead, and you just want to scream, “All I need is eyeliner!”

I needed white shimmer eyeshadow for a show a few months ago, and I put off finding any for weeks. The concept of facing the black-clad pretty people was too much for me. Lucky for me I have a friend who is an awesome professional makeup artist. Really, she’s amazing, and you need to see her work. So I asked her to tell me what to ask the pretty people for. She laughed and said she could do me one better; all I had to do was go into the tiny Bare Minerals specialty store and ask for snowflake. So I did.

I walked right into that tiny store, and when a lady who looked like an elf asked me what I wanted, I said, “Snowflake!” a little too loudly to be considered socially acceptable. She asked if I wanted anything else and I said, “Just snowflake!”

And she put it in a bag, and I gave her money and got to leave. It was like a freakin’ miracle!

But then I broke my blush and my dark eyeshadow last week! (more…)