tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post5207890940507162825..comments2023-10-26T02:08:37.015-06:00Comments on Every Day I Write the Book: "I Wanted to be An Actor When I Grew Up" So Did Everyonekacy faulconerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09690060274994621199noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-71664016386212330432013-03-14T20:34:42.743-06:002013-03-14T20:34:42.743-06:00I'm a dancer (which sounds made up but just re...I'm a dancer (which sounds made up but just replace "I'm a dancer" with "I make well below the official poverty line" and it all makes sense again) I used to hate when people would say "oh how fun!" when I told them what I do, because "hey it's a lot of (underpaid) work!" But then I realized that EVERYBODY wanted to be a dancer (or actor) at some point in their life but most of them wisely decided doing something that could also pay the bills would be nice. So when they responded with "how fun!" they were really just reliving a childhood memory for a moment which is actually kind of nice, even it doesn't pay for a trip to Hawaii. But I agree it is naive navel gazing to think you "made it" because you decided when you were a kid that you would, there are plenty of extremely talented people out there that made that decision and are not even making below poverty line. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-61944237218828595902013-03-14T08:50:53.552-06:002013-03-14T08:50:53.552-06:00I spent all my childhood wanting to be an actor. ...I spent all my childhood wanting to be an actor. And I was going to be discovered, and it was going to be amazing....yup, I'm a stay at home mom, which is almost (not) the same thing. I also went through a long period of wanting to be an author, a botanist, and a psychiatrist, and none of those panned out either. But if I'd been a botanist, I could have talked about how I went on this week long trip with my friend and her bigshot botanist father with the U when I was in sixth grade to study the bear claw poppy in Southern Utah, and it was at that moment that my fate was set....but it wasn't, and I didn't become a botanist and I moved on. I think we tend to look at all the people who do grow up and do what they always wanted to. Like this book I just read, Cutting for Stone which was a great book, but I couldn't understand how all the main people knew they wanted to be doctors from the time they were children. Really? There are that many directed children out there? (Excepting for being actors and perhaps teachers - I think every child wants to do this at some point, although my daughter has a spin on the actor angle - she wants to be in the circus, on the tightrope.)Thorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04564924243186464304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-59345348940200781572013-03-12T11:14:56.161-06:002013-03-12T11:14:56.161-06:00And who is dressing up like Marllyn Monroe as a fi...And who is dressing up like Marllyn Monroe as a first grader? Gross.Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04737362859727951729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-46655081076348286722013-03-11T11:29:24.325-06:002013-03-11T11:29:24.325-06:00("You tools" was not addressed to Kacy a...("You tools" was not addressed to Kacy and her readers, but rather the self-indulgent actors.)Haileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09952482356525756638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-37596179479366324952013-03-11T11:28:18.027-06:002013-03-11T11:28:18.027-06:00Yep. I hate it when famous actors talk like they &...Yep. I hate it when famous actors talk like they "own" being funny and wanting to perform as kids. It's so self-indulgent. Like, I'm a mom, so I probably sat around all day putting diapers on dolls and pushing a grocery cart around my living room and my parents pointed it out to their friends and they all said, "How cute!", right? No, not right. I was singing and dancing like you tools. <br /><br />Also, how did I miss the Goop post? Great.Haileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09952482356525756638noreply@blogger.com