My parents spent a decent amount of money on my musical education starting in second grade, and my ability to sight read music is still atrocious.
Every week I listen to the Hidden Brain podcast produced by NPR. It uses psychology to look at current events and how implicit bias affects us all.
As a woman and someone who worked as an actor on and off for 10-years, I found myself compelled to share this week’s episode rather than prattling on about something else today.
From Hidden Brain’s site:
Nearly a quarter-century ago, a group of women accused a prominent playwright of sexual misconduct. A Boston newspaper published allegations of sexual harassment, unwanted touching and forced kissing. For the most part, the complaints went nowhere.
In 2017, more women came forward with accusations. This time, everybody listened.
On this episode of Hidden Brain, we explore the story through the lens of social science and ask, “Why Now?”
What has changed in our minds and in our culture so that allegations of sexual harassment and assault are being taken so much more seriously than they were in prior decades?
A note for listeners: This story includes descriptions of sexual harassment and assault. It may not be suitable for all listeners.
You can find the podcast HERE
She was standing at the back on the church, clutching her chest and loudly gasping for air. The gasps were so dramatic, they could be heard over Guantanamera. Her eyes angry, like she was possessed by a devil. Then she disappeared into the rows of pews.
This is how I die.
This weekend I attended Church Basement Ladies: A Mighty Fortress is Our Basement, in central Pennsylvania. A colleague of mine was in the show and it was truly a fun evening.
After the show I waited for the restroom as an elderly woman in a wheelchair, being helped into the handicapped stall by her daughter and an elderly friend, blocked the door. They started chatting about the show once the woman was securely seated on the toilet and the stall door was shut.
Back in 2008, Andy and I decided to turn our bathroom into a shrine of all the actors who have visited our home.
I read a book entitled Making It on Broadway: Actors’ Tales of Climbing to the Top about two years ago, and there was one story that stuck with me.
When I got the call to come in and audition for a regional production of Cabaret, I wanted the job so bad I could taste it.
Last night I had the pleasure of oiling my rusty actor/musician skills.
I saw Altar Boyz something like 6 times when I first moved to the city.
Yesterday morning I had a doctor’s appointment, and when I walked into the office there were two women standing right inside of the doorway. I said, “excuse me.” They whipped around and looked at me with horror in their eyes.