Upon meeting the women I was to share a house with for the next few days, my Hollywood vision of Paris had begun to slip away.
What I’m not okay with, however, is the dearth of chick flicks or even gender-neutral flicks in theaters on any given day.
The point is: the mainstream media tends to permeate an unfortunate double standard. It’s unequal, and it sucks for ugly girls and hot girls alike.
When I get asked what I do, it always makes me cringe.
Well-known actress Jennifer Lawrence has been in the spotlight lately because she supports what we are calling “body positivity.”
And so I escaped through Hollywood. I immersed myself in books about the period; in one summer, I devoured countless biographies of Harlow, Garbo, Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford, Bogart and Bacall. Marilyn was my favorite, but I wasn’t picky.
My moral compass was always close at hand, and I knew wrong from right.
To thousands of aspiring film hopefuls, breaking into Hollywood is a huge mystery with no clear answers.
New York City sucks compared to Cleveland.
There are no White D girls. There are no Asian D girls. There are no Hispanic D girls.