As a #metoo’er I made a decision to sit and watch the entire Golden Globes award ceremony last night. I do watch it each year, but while I also do other things. I watch but I don’t “focus” on the show. Last night, due in large part to the thrust behind the show, which was the Time’s Up campaign I wanted to be sure to pay attention. I’ve suffered so many things that this movement is all about, but in theme of the awards show I’ll address the one that pertains to Hollywood.
I was unable to get an agent in LA because I refused from the get go to do nudity. Blonde, busty, young. No brainer right? For sure that girl will do nudity. But no. I was already the mother to two young girls, and I knew from that point on that I would only do work that they could watch, that wouldn’t come back to bite me, or them, in the ass. I was in my early twenties and just didn’t think it was necessary. If you’re talented shouldn’t you get hired because of that? Apparently, I learned the hard way between the ages of twenty four to twenty seven, that that’s not the case. I couldn’t even land an agent due to the fact that I had a firm stand on nudity.
And it’s important that you know that this sort of thing doesn’t only happen to women. Yannick lost the role of a new lead character for a well established, huge FOX series, because he was married. He was down to the final meeting, deal was negotiated, the contracts were signed, it was all hinging on this one final sit down. He was to be cast as the love interest of the Executive Producer’s daughter, and when YB divulged in that final meeting that he was married, the part was lost. We found out within days that the part went to a single actor. Who, no big surprise, ended up also playing the daughter’s off screen boyfriend as well. A role Yannick would never have fulfilled.
The casting couch has been around as long as the entertainment industry has existed. Our youngest who is a broadcast journalism major is well aware of all the sexual harassment, abuse, and assault that plagues her field. Although, I can only hope that now, thanks to the #metoo and #timesup movements this won’t be her reality. Hopefully the predators will think twice before they act in manipulative, and demeaning ways toward anybody who is simply trying to get ahead in their careers. People should be free to pursue their passions without fear of the repercussion of saying NO.
Personally I thought the celebrities did an amazing job of lending their fame, their voices, and using their platform to call global attention to this issue. Some of the WWSJL people feel differently. Which is so funny to me considering so many of them have so much to say about issues regarding livestock, and critters. You would think they might give a damn about actual fellow human beings trying to bring about change for other living breathing people? But alas, famous people can’t win it seems. If they say/do nothing, then they’re living in their ivory towers giving less than zero fucks about the common folk, but, if they do say something, and get behind a cause they’re being “opportunistic” and “jumping on a band wagon.”
So, all the stars who took an activist with them last night is in it for what exactly? More press??? How so? They’re already an award nominated performer, and in most cases winners as well. I’d say they’re already at the top of their field, wouldn’t you? Like what more do they need? They’ve got the fat pay cheques, and now they have the accolades. Why on earth do they need to get on board with a movement that vindicates, in most cases people they don’t know, and will never meet?
The answer is they don’t. Yet they are, and isn’t that amazing? Isn’t that beautiful, and wonderful, and positive? And aren’t all those things the things we need more of in this current global climate? Love. Support. Backing. Being heard. Being believed. How can any of this be bad???
I don’t get it.
What I also don’t get is the women I overheard at my Lagree class this morning, bitching about turning the Golden Globes off because it was; “just too political for me. I mean I watch it for the fashion, and to see who wins, I don’t watch it to be told what to think about serious issues.”
Okay cool. I get that, and to each his own. But I will say this, I truthfully hope that they don’t have daughters, or granddaughters who somewhere down the road become women who are victimized by a predator in this way. Times are changing, and those who don’t get in line with this new world we’re building, will get left behind it, because as the Queen Oprah said last night:
“But it’s not just a story affecting the entertainment industry. It’s one that transcends any culture, geography, race, religion, politics, or workplace. So I want tonight to express gratitude to all the women who have endured years of abuse and assault because they, like my mother, had children to feed and bills to pay and dreams to pursue. They’re the women whose names we’ll never know. They are domestic workers and farm workers. They are working in factories and they work in restaurants and they’re in academia, engineering, medicine, and science. They’re part of the world of tech and politics and business. They’re our athletes in the Olympics and they’re our soldiers in the military.
And there’s someone else, Recy Taylor, a name I know and I think you should know, too. In 1944, Recy Taylor was a young wife and mother walking home from a church service she’d attended in Abbeville, Alabama, when she was abducted by six armed white men, raped, and left blindfolded by the side of the road coming home from church. They threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone, but her story was reported to the NAACP where a young worker by the name of Rosa Parks became the lead investigator on her case and together they sought justice. But justice wasn’t an option in the era of Jim Crow. The men who tried to destroy her were never persecuted. Recy Taylor died ten days ago, just shy of her 98th birthday. She lived as we all have lived, too many years in a culture broken by brutally powerful men. For too long, women have not been heard or believed if they dare speak the truth to the power of those men. But their time is up. Their time is up.”
Time’s up, time’s up, TIME IS UP!