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December 02, 2004
I Am a Bad, Bad Person
Two friends and colleagues of mine are getting ready to move to Ashland, Oregon to begin work with the Oregon Shakespeare Festival for their 2005 season. I am excited and happy for them both. But at the same time, I am so jealous that everything around me has taken on a green tint. I'm as good as they are. When will I get my chance? WHEN? When will I have paid enough dues that I get to go play with the Big Boys?
It makes me so angry sometimes, and so full of despair. I'm always too old or too female or too tall (or too fat). I can't even begin to enumerate the number of times directors I want to work with have cast someone with less training and half the ability and then said to me, "I haven't found the right role for you yet." My ass you haven't, you just gave the right role for me to the teeny blonde chick with the big tits.
Mind you, I've had some great roles over the past year. But those were in college productions, where no one else had the training or the talent to do it (sometimes they had the talent, but not the training, sometimes vice versa, sometimes they had neither). So when do professional directors start to realize what I can do? When does that happen?
Who do I have to fuck to get a waffle around here?
(From Frankie & Johnny, if you don't recognize the reference.)
Posted by sally at December 2, 2004 04:46 PM
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