The Product of Creative Frustration

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Fogging up the fishbowl

This week I found myself in New York, testing the limits of my cool, an quality of which is not as boundary-less as it might first seem. I was fortunate enough to attend the Museum of Modern Art Film Benefit: A tribute to Tim Burton. One quick glance to the guest list where I spotted my boyfriend Johnny Depp and I knew the event would be golden and I would be required to look hot.

And even after the event, I stand by that reasoning. But Johnny Depp was only one celebrity among the many who showed up to support Tim Burton and MOMA and they were definitely outnumbered by the throngs of cool people who came to see and be seen.

It was strange to have Patti Smith and later the Olsen twins walk by me. I felt like I was suddenly transported into an issue of Star magazine. I am not familiar with the life of celebrities. They are people who create art I love and on whom I can have crushes and read about and comment on. I think now I have a new emotion to pull from when I look on upon them: pity.

The benefit at MOMA was put on by Johnny Depp. And yet, the only way he could pass through the crowds to go outside for a smoke was if escorted by security. Helena Bonham Carter was bored and lonely. The Olsen twins looked petrified to walk through the throngs of people. Is that what a night out is for celebrities? Work? Being gawked at and thrust into uncomfortable situations?

And don’t get me wrong. This new awareness of how hard things must be for them, even with their bags of money, didn’t stop my from standing at the bottom of a stairwell where I knew folks has to pass through to go from the VIP area to the exit. I stood, gawked and delighted in the list of people I saw. But I felt guilty about it. And it has made me say only nice things about everyone I saw (not that I could possibly have anything bad to say about my boyfriend).

And maybe brag a little about walking inches from the Sexiest Man Alive.

This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Can you feel the winter blahs in Asia? Maybe.

The wintertime blahs are attacking me, sending me into a Vitamin D deficiency. I have a party that I am co-hosting with Wonder Boy in February and normally looking forward to that gets me through. But right now? Yikes. Last night we book tickets to visit Asia. Specifically, we will be going to Vietnam with at least one aside trip into Cambodia. We are leaving open the possibility that we could take a jaunt into Laos, because you never know.

And even this, this prospect of my sixth continent, of achieving my goal of going to six continents by 30, is not helping.

Sun. I need you.

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First there was sweatergate

Wonder Boy and I are still churning our way through Six Feet Under (christened Six Feet Down Under, or simply, The Aussies, after a verbal blunder I made a while back). I love the show and find myself relating to a little too much of it. Last, during an episode of season 5, we watched as one character named Claire got a job through a temp agency in a very corporate office. A departure from her normal days as an artist, she feels stifled by the corporate ridiculousness and her character has some fabulous lines. My favorites are repeated comparisons if pantyhose sausage casings.

I love most deriding comments made about workplace dress codes. They are 100% ridiculous you know. I am watching this little rebellion taking place at my own place of employment as people slowly and quietly disrespect the “no open-toes shoes” portion of our dress policy. As a few people have proven this bending of rules to be okay with peep-toed shoes, the girls have flocked to shoe boutiques and warehouses, showing up at work with their feet beautiful and their toes peeking out.

The mere fact that so many smart women are excited about showing off a third of their big toe and maybe of their index toe (if that’s what you call the second toe) is incredibly sad. It’s not even a very attractive part of the human form! (Some fetishists may disagree.)

This weekend I read the newest issue of Time Magazine, which featured an article about the newest fashion item to be hitting the Muslim fashion scene –The Burquina, by Ahiida® and SplashgearTM. It’s a two-piece burqa for women to wear at the beach and in the water. I find the swimsuits goofy and an odd way to get around religious stipulations about female dress. The women wearing the suits are THRILLED. And I guess they should be. After all, a girl could drown trying to go in the ocean in her burqa. Seriously.

Several years ago my friend Delicious and I visited Tangier, Morocco. Near the end of a trip that challenged just about every social norm I knew, we sat on the beach waiting for our ship back into Spain. Men and boys were in the water and playing soccer all along the beach. A few mothers sat quietly while their young children played. There were always a good distance back from any of the men and they were always fully covered. One woman dared to go into the water with her children, both of whom were much too small to have gone into the ocean unaccompanied. Delicious and I both noticed her, in her modest black American lifeguard style swimsuit. While we noted her bare arms and legs as something of a novelty in the conservative country, we didn’t think much of it. We were the only ones. Every man and boy on the beach quickly exited the water and lines up along the shore to gawk at the woman. They way they were looking was not sexual – it was condemning. What she was doing, exposing herself in that way, was sinful to them.

I find the idea of a Burqini so repulsive and offensive. But I find the idea of a mother not being able to get into the water with her young children worse. And the religious ban on showing skin is SO, SO, SO much different than the stupid workplace dress codes I laugh at. But, if I am to offer understanding for the woman I work with and their excitement for the trivial accomplishment of showing their toes, then certainly I can try to understand the woman who writes in on the SplashgearTM web site with ” It isn’t just a swim suit–it is freedom, exercise, and a lesson for my kids and everyone else that hijab isn’t limiting, it is liberating. JazakAllah!” And on the Ahiida® site: “After 7 years of not being able to get into the water – I was in there on Sunday! It was great – alhumduallah!”

This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Wonder Boy Might Be Replaced by This Man

Seen in Spain… he’s awesome.
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Performance anxiety

Blogging from Spain with just a few thoughts on a career as a street performer:

  1. Have a decent act.
  2. Wait for people to bring money to you… Do not go and BEG from every person in the vicinity. Hello… tacky.
  3. It is not enough to dress up and stand there in some costume or with face paint on and just expect people to throw money at you. As nited in #1, you need to have a decent act.
  4. Do not look all sad while doing your act, like someone just ate zour dog in front of you.
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