I like learning about how things work. I love the back story. I adore sub-cultures. I have a tendency to try to read everything and then pull out the funniest, most insightful, cleverest, pithiest items for the people that I love. Instead of dealing with my onslaught of gchats and tweets and emails- consume on your own time. And then lets talk about it. Preferably over beer.
Tinsel town is tarnishing and Carolina is taking over.
Los Angeles mayor Eric Garcetti declared a state of emergency for showbiz in Hollywood.
“We’ve lost the blockbuster films. They don’t film here anymore. Tax credits around the world and around the country have taken them away,” said Garcetti.
That’s because they are filming other places, like Charlotte, that provide tax incentives.
To those of us for whom life is an incessant montage of badly-lighted scenes detailing mistakes made and opportunities squandered, this endless winter has been something of a comfort in that we are no longer alone: It’s dark out there for everyone now. Oh, you’re a little down because it is cold and gray all the time? WELCOME TO MY WORLD. Huh, you never really realized just how sad things can get at 5:15 of a Wednesday evening? MY LIFE IS AN ENDLESS SERIES OF WEDNESDAY EVENING, 5:15s. Perhaps “comfort” is not the appropriate word, though: What I am trying to convey is the small sense of belonging we melancholics finally feel now that everyone around us has grasped just how empty, meaningless and sorrowful it all is, and how even the sharpest sparkle on things that seem streaked with salvation is only the errant reflection from a sliver of sun that was meant to shine for someone else. Sadly, though, just as we are getting comfortable with the idea that we are part of the larger group, along comes the clock to save the rest of you: this Sunday everything goes an hour ahead. When you are living in your bright new world, one that is suffused with light and joy, please every now and then give a thought to those of us left behind, those of us for whom the darkness never ends. You know who we are now. You were once like us. Spring forward.
Afterwards, Zoe and I run to my Oscar-presentation rehearsal. This is the most surreal thing about awards shows: In order to nail down the camera moves and the timing, not only do the presenters rehearse, but actors have been hired to “play” each of the nominees. A winner is chosen at random for rehearsals, and one of these actors gets up and makes a fake speech AS that person. Our rehearsal winner talked about the challenges of making the film and his gratitude for his director’s collaborative spirit. It’s enough to bring a confused, creepy tear to your eye.
The Giorgio Armani party is in the store on Rodeo Drive, and I can’t shut off the perverse part of my brain that wonders if I could get away with stuffing a bunch of merchandise in my bag. The look of guilt for even imagining it never leaves my face.
IRL (in real life, as teens say), this generation’s girls, who were just crossing into their teen years as the crash of 2008 hit, saw the crushing effects of the recession on their families, and they vowed never to let that happen to them. In just the last year, as those tweens matured into teens trying to figure out their place in the world, our inboxes have been flooded with questions about how girls can jump-start their careers. They don’t want to wait until after college to build their résumés or launch start-ups — they’re laying the groundwork now. Fewer than half of our readers have been kissed, but more than 80 percent want an internship — not someday, or in college, but now. In high school.
To better understand the impact of this sudden change, last fall Seventeen conducted a national survey of teen girls 13-19 to ask how they defined power. The results were stunning: Independence — which girls defined as “calling the shots” at work and “living life on your own terms” — accounted for 41 percent of what makes a girl powerful, they said. Philanthropy, social activism and “making a difference in the world” accounted for another 29 percent of what makes them feel powerful. Money, awards and fame, which are all the traditional ways Forbes or Fortune might track “power,” trailed with tiny percentages at the bottom of the pack.
Fraternity issues, like choosing a sorority to partner with during Homecoming or electing fraternity officers—so trivial in hindsight, but gravely important at the time—really did inspire hours of heated debate during chapter meetings. Sometimes you make your point and convince the crowd. Other times, you’re not able to, for whatever reason. Learning to come to terms with your defeat was just as important as figuring out how to get your way.
I loved this and think it is very true for my BBYO experience too.