Social Club
When you read about the terror campaigns launched against people like Leslie Jones and Ruby Rose, it's easy to think of social media as a scourge. And it can be. But then I remember that a quality social network really does have value: Like when a "friend" really makes you think about something, or takes the words right out of your mouth.
This first example is more of the "thought provoking" genre, in the best possible way. On the one hand, Peter is right. There are more important things right now than a Disney character. But never underestimate our ability to walk and chew gum at the same time. When you hear from someone like commenter David it really drives home how important it is for us to be seen. But Rebecca is on to something, too.
Fred was having none of it, and his reasoning was sound -- on paper. The problem is, for so long ANYONE wasn't allowed to play ANY role, no matter how good he, she or they were at it.
So where do we go from here? Yes, it is wrong that for so long LGBT actors have either had to remain closeted to work or not be considered for roles. And now that things are improving, it's important that we remain focused on the goal at hand. When I hear people freak out and say that if LGBT people want to play all of the LGBT roles, then only straight people should be cast in straight roles, it smacks of people whining about Black History Month by saying, "Why isn't there a White History Month?" (We're making up for a lot of lost time here, folks!)
What next: Should people with dyed red hair not be able to play redheads because they haven't actually lived the "ginger experience"?
This one I could have written myself -- especially when a D.C. cabbie repeatedly couldn't find my friend Ken's new house when I was already beside myself visiting my brother Bill when he was diagnosed with cancer. I love going online and immediately feeling I'm not alone ...
Yesterday, coming back from JFK after a brief and exhilarating trip to Mexico City, I had a very grumpy oldtime NYC cabbie who had no idea where my address was but nonetheless had no GPS. I ended up insisting he follow my orders as I ran my own GPS from the backseat, nostalgic for the days when you could pour yourself into a cab, give your address and then stare blankly out the window instead of having to participate in a job you are also paying for. My cranky cabbie glared and said nothing as I tipped him $10 and bid him adieu, resisting the urge to tell him one more time that he should use a GPS app. And yet despite this I still support the news that NYC is capping Uber and other app services. All I could think about yesterday with my grumpy cabbie was the five old-school NYC cabbies who have killed themselves recently, their livelihoods put under by ride-hailing apps that I know provide income and flexibility for ordinary people but that also primarily make billionaires out of douche-y tech bros who think they are masters of the universe. I don't want to live in a word where endless, unregulated innovation and app-based "disruption" puts working people out of work and drives them to suicide, meanwhile creating new gig-based jobs that slowly eat away at our long 20th-century tradition of jobs that come with protections and benefits.
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