Thursday, November 25

Giving Thanks

What is Thanksgiving?
A day to give thanks, right? So, "Thanks" is a gift. So, words are gifts.
How many of us have ever thought of our words as being little gifts to others? Compliments, encouragements, congratulations, cheers, thanks: these are all different types of gifts we offer to one another everyday without even considering their huge effect.
When someone compliments me, I may scoff or say, "Yeah, right," but the truth is, those words lift me up, make my heart swell for a moment, and stay echoing in my head for the rest of the day, sometimes longer.
I recently wrote an article for theotherperspective.net about the forgotten value of words. Though the article targeted the negative impact empty speech can have, the opposite is just as true: words can be uplifting, refreshing, precious things if we use them for good. 
Even if you feel horribly cheesy doing this, I hope you will tell the people around you how much they mean to you. Put your feelings into words, words which contain power and life. And remember, the recipient's reaction is likely a vast underrepresentation of his or her feelings.


Forgive my cliche, but I now must mention one thing for which I am extremely thankful this year:
And that is, my amazing support group
 The holiday season reminds me that family is the one constant which, regardless of how my life changes, will ALWAYS be there to support, encourage, and love me. Without them, the world would be much darker, more intimidating place. I also appreciate my true friends now more than ever, both those back home and here in Texas, those people with whom I can do anything or do nothing, who rely on me just as I rely on them everyday. 
It is those people, my family and friends, whose words revive me every time I fall, whose gentle encouragement keeps me fighting. And to them I give thanks this November 25th. I would be nowhere without them.

Wednesday, November 17

Sell out or Starve

Legendary acting theorist Constantin Stanislavski proposed the purpose of acting to be to convey the beauty of "the life of the human spirit." 
Although Stanislavski specifically focused on theater, I believe his idea can be applied to any artistic outlet, be it visual, performance, or written text. Yet as inspiring and noble as this goal may be for artists, I cannot help but question the practicality of its application in American culture today. Staying true to one's artistic roots while succeeding in the ever-competitive realm of entertainment sounds about as easy as taming Chuck Bass (which is, for all you non-Gossip Girl addicts, a one-in-a-million chance). 
Our generation of headphone-wearing, texting, Megan Fox-worshipping hipsters seems uninterested in artistic integrity. Today's audiences love films and television because they deliver rapid exposition, limitless plot devices, and immediate satisfaction. Actors are valued not for their talent or versatility, but for their jaw lines. Today's movie-goers probably couldn't care less about truthful portrayals of human nature, especially when coming from young, attractive actors. Obviously I am not immune to this trend, though, considering my earlier reference to one of the silliest shows on television. The difference is that I acknowledge that Gossip Girl is just that--a silly TV show, not art. 
You can only imagine how discouraging this sad truth is to someone who has dedicated her education to theatre.
In fact, the public's shift away from tradition and toward technology has altered my personal career plan. I used to believe I could make a living as an actor/director in theater. The new plan, post-graduation, is to move to L.A. and sniff out film work. I dread the inevitable shock this change might present to my liberal arts background. I fear the rude awakening that awaits me in Hollywood: my naiive belief in higher art could quite possibly be shattered to pieces when placed in L.A.'s brutal hands.
A few weeks ago, my acting class was instructed to label each of our classmates with their "type" (what roles he/she could play) and what actors they were similar to. Here is my list:

Miranda Parham  
  • Ingénue
  • East coast/horsey set ingénue
  • The sweet, shy girl
  • The girl all the guys want
  • The innocent
  • Preppie
  • Hippie
  • Queen bee
  • Smart girl everyone thinks is dumb
  • Successful corporate type
  • Ice Princess
  • Blonde bombshell
  • Vulnerable girl
  • Bitch
  • Valley girl
  • Dumb blonde
  • Scandinavian
  • German
  • Dutch
  • 15-25
  • Kirstin Dunst
  • Blake Lively
  • Rachel McAdams, The Notebook
  • Anne Hathaway, The Devil Wears Prada
  • Claire Danes
  • Cate Blanchett
  • Nicole Kidman
  • Gwyneth Paltrow
  • Andy in How To Lose A Guy...
  • Mary in There's Something About Mary
  • Allie in The Notebook
  • Regina George in Mean Girls
  • Emily Proctor in CSI Miami
  • Kate Hudson in Almost Famous
  • Juliet in Romeo and Juliet
  • Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls
Not that I don't appreciate some of these as compliments, but am I doomed to be just another ditzy blonde in some horrid teen movie?
I recognize beauty in others and in myself, but I would hate to look back at my acting career and see that I wasn't proud of my work as an artist. The extent to which I am willing to sacrifice my artistic goals to make a buck is up to me, and I will simply have to face that question as each opportunity arises.
Yesterday I had a conversation with my landlord who lived in L.A. for roughly fifteen years as she pursued music. She told me, quite frankly, "It's a rough, dirty, mean city, and if I were you, I'd think twice before moving there." Thanks for the encouragement...
As for audiences, no one can force others to care about the integrity of their entertainment. I only hope that our generation eventually becomes jaded with looks and sex and instead desires something deeper than cheap entertainment. 
As my dear grandma always says: "Turn that crap off!"

Monday, November 8

Waiting for a Spark...

It's November 8th. That means: Six days until filming. Three weeks until the play opens. Six months until filming, again.
All these coals are in the fire. And here I am, standing over the stack of logs, staring...why won't they just light already!


So it is evident that I have reached a frustrating point: I'm doing all the "right" things and I'm heading in the "right" direction, but I'm not. getting there. fast enough.
Living alone has given me the complete focus I needed to buckle down. I'm taking school seriously, I'm actually invested in rehearsals, and I've never felt more passionate about creating art.
That said, I am also the antsiest and most irritable I have ever been. Inside, I feel like I'm jumping up and down, waving my arms, begging for any recognition I can get for all the work I'm doing. Yet life is barely inching forward. 
In show business, things are supposed to move fast. The competition is lighting a subconscious fire under my butt to constantly keep working. Which, on the one hand, is great! It's making me productive, energized, and ambitious.
The problem is, I think I've forgotten how to relax. Here I am: nineteen years old and a complete workaholic. I refuse to let myself sit back and watch TV, or even nap. Plus, I don't dance much anymore, and that, for me, is a major red flag. Is my childlike spirit withering?
At the other end of the spectrum, I witness far too many of my friends and peers drudging through their classes, getting by with as little effort as possible. This stuns and annoys me; I want to scream, WAKE UP PEOPLE! We are so lucky to be here, and yet the majority of us have no motivation, no desire to excel. 
So where is the ideal balance between these two extremes? I am currently facing that question and, with the help of my friends, working to find an answer. Wish me luck.

Tuesday, November 2

Guest blog!

This editorial is courtesy of my previously-mentioned "visitor," Mark Slay. I have to say, I'm rather pleased that he took the hint from my last post. This is the first guest writer I have had, so, as you read, please keep in mind: if you have any hostile reactions, direct them to him. 
Enjoy!


Most Overrated Things
[Disclaimer: Overrated does not necessarily mean bad. It simply means overrated. Confused? See #1.]

3. Chocolate- I saw a commercial for a bacon chocolate bar the other day. I wanted to puke. Not because I thought of the taste (which I’m sure is awful), but more because I realized: that is such a classic American move. If I were to make an underrated list, bacon would be on it. Bacon is American, it’s NEVER marketed, yet you can always find it, it’s made by farmers (arguably), and it’s all generally the same. Bacon produces no surprises. No mysterious liquids oozes out the middle, unexpectedly, midway through a mass produced bar. All this and yet as I type this, the word bacoholic has squiggly red spellcheck lines underneath it and chocoholic does not. Chocolate is foreign, bad for you, trendy (never a good thing), and DOES NOT taste very good. It is said that the Mayans regarded cocoa beans as food from the gods. So if the world ends in a year and two months, I may change my stance on chocolate. Until then, stop putting it on my fruit, keep it away from my coffee, and please, let my bacon go. 

2. The Second Amendment- On December 15, 1791, our founding fathers decided that for the security of the common man, Americans should be able to “bear arms.” This is because at the time, our main national defense was state militias, where “BYOG” was the general practice. Now there are exactly three reasons to have a gun: one is to hunt; two is to break a law in some way; and three is to protect your self against two.  Let's set aside the moral dilemmas with killing living things for fun (stay in your seats hippies).  Hunting is expensive, time consuming, and only approximately 1.7% of hunters use it to benefit their income or livelihood (based on a slightly unreliable poll done in my head 5 seconds ago). I would argue that hunting and golf serve the exact same purpose.  This hobby is hardly worth allowing anyone in America with two hundred dollars and a decent amount of street cred to purchase an A-K 47.  So yes, Miranda, I agree that we should listen to our elders, but sometimes we should use discretion when deciding whether or not to keep a law placed by those who would now be over 200 years old.  

1. The Human Race- A wise narrator once said that humans may be the stupidest animals on the planet. She points out that humans put on facades and yet still expect others to understand their problems as opposed to dogs who wag right and left for happy and droop around when their sad (paraphrased). Over the past three days, this has resonated enough with me that forty minutes ago when I decided to write about the most overrated things, people is what popped in my head first. Unfortunately I can’t list all the reasons, so I will make this as short as possible. The reasons why humans are overrated, besides the fact that we, and by we I mean you, are all stupid, are as follows: People care about what their equally ignorant friends think of them, you cannot entertain yourself, the LAW of human nature is recognized yet not followed, and last, people assume they can control certain things. More importantly, they assume things should be controlled.

[I reserve the right to make exceptions to the statements in number one, including: Lincoln, King, Hilton, Gandhi, etc. Other things that almost made the overrated things list include: hellos, college, advertising, greek life, nuclear bombs, babies, spicy food, baseball, birthdays, poetry, and Dave Mathews Band.]


Monday, November 1

"Guest blog"

I had a visitor in Dallas this weekend, and he was supposed to write a guest blog filled with refreshing perspective from someone outside of Dallas and SMU. Unfortunately, he never got around to it.
In lieu of him sharing his own thoughts, I'll  let you in on what he taught me...


What bonds people together stronger than anything is their flaws.
We all have them, and we all hide them. That is, until we find someone whom we trust enough to let in and see our shit (all the stuff we call "baggage" and throw into the back closet so it doesn't scare people off).
Now, that's not to say that happiness and excitement are ingenuine, or that we should all dwell on the ugly things in life. But to get to a place where your happiness is genuine, you first have to be brave, acknowledge the ugly stuff, and either embrace it or change.
It's funny: I've bonded more with my ex-sorority sisters over feeling like we don't fit in with that crowd than I ever did with those same girls during rush or when we were so excited about pledging.


Mean people finish last.
There's a certain poison in the air on this campus. Particularly among the girls. People get mean because they think they have to in order to keep their heads above water. 
Insecurity leads to competition, which leads to fake friendships, fake personalities, and more insecurity, which leads to everyone wanting to transfer. But come on, all these concerns--looks, money, Facebook pictures, hook-ups, clothes--are far too temporary and unfulfilling to get worked up over. Now, that's not to say that I'm in any way above caring about such things. In fact, I struggle every day worrying about my image and what random people think of me. But I am consciously making an effort to grow up and see what's actually important.
Which brings me to my last lesson from this weekend...


It's all about relationships.
How we interact every day, whether with friends, family members, coworkers, or strangers, defines who we are as people. Everywhere you look you see people labeling each other to make these interactions easier: every other driver on the expressway is an asshole, every child an annoyance, every homeless person a danger, etcetera. These generalities are even more poisonous to our relationships and our understandings of people as fascinatingly complex individuals. Everyone has a story, if you're willing to listen.