Recently came across this article and this is the email I sent to Ash after I read it. Hope you guys can relate.
I’m weeping. I think writing together possibly everyday and watching comedy shows every month and being around funny people, who love story telling as much as we do is going to make all the difference. I think I’ve forgotten that even if we get to do that just a little bit of the time and work at an “okay” job otherwise, we’re going to be really happy because we’ll be somehow connected to it all. Whether writing, acting, performing, directing, producing, assisting, mopping floors of sets we’ll for lack of a cornier phrase be a tiny part in the magic we so believe in. I think moving here has broke us down in different ways than Texas did, but it was necessary. In a lot of senses, I think we’ve realized the world can and will throw anything at us and we’ve survived. Honestly what could be worse than getting up at 4am to move heavy boxes or having three guys dump you? Not in a self pity way, but in a everything than can be shitty has been and it is still okay. I think I’ve forgotten that I can always start over and I can always make better choices and be a better person and that the move is all part of pursuing what we have always wanted to be a part of. I think I have felt lost for a while, but in reality it might be that I finally let go of certain things and people and experiences and I have to find better things and people and experiences to fill those gaps. This is rambling but I know you’ll understand.
I want to stress this again: In many, many parts of the country right now, if you want to go to see a movie in the theater and see a current movie about a woman — any story about any woman that isn’t a documentary or a cartoon — you can’t. You cannot. There are not any. You cannot take yourself to one, take your friend to one, take your daughter to one.
There are not any.
By far your best shot, numbers-wise, at finding one that’s at least even-handedly featuring a man and a woman is Before Midnight (on 891 screens) so I hope you like it. Because it’s pretty much that or a solid, impenetrable wall of movies about dudes.
Dudes in capes, dudes in cars, dudes in space, dudes drinking, dudes smoking, dudes doing magic tricks, dudes being funny, dudes being dramatic, dudes flying through the air, dudes blowing up, dudes getting killed, dudes saving and kissing women and children, and dudes glowering at each other.
Somebody asked me this morning what “the women” are going to do about this. I don’t know. I honestly am at the point where I have no idea what to do about it. Stop going to the movies? Boycott everything?
They put up Bridesmaids, we went. They put up Pitch Perfect, we went. They put up The Devil Wears Prada, which was in two-thousand-meryl-streeping-oh-six, and we went (and by “we,” I do not just mean women; I mean we, the humans), and all of it has led right here, right to this place. Right to the land of zippedy-doo-dah. You can apparently make an endless collection of high-priced action flops and everybody says “win some, lose some” and nobody decides that They Are Poison, but it feels like every “surprise success” about women is an anomaly and every failure is an abject lesson about how we really ought to just leave it all to The Rock.
The whole article is fantastic, as is pretty much everything Linda Holmes writes.
1. Having your decade old blowdryer break so you have to purchase a new one. Did you guys know that if you purchase a slightly nice blowdryer and brush your hair actually looks better?
2. Browsing shelter websites of precious dogs for hours on end.
3. Sneaking in booze to the movie theater with your best friend. It kind of seems like destiny to us when the beer looks exactly like the green tea whose bottle we have used.
4. Everything about this. Four of our favorite humans.
5. French fries covered in delicious things. If you don’t like a good chili cheese fry from time to time then get outta here yo. We can’t party together.
This is honestly all I ever want.
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.”
― Alan Cohen
I have such conflicted feelings about Maroon 5.
I made my entire family listen to their first album at the dinner table one night, because I felt like it spoke to me so much. I was 12.
I thoroughly enjoy their song, “Love Somebody” that the radio continually plays and I continually cry to.
Also, this should make you feel awesome.