1) Between Glee and Supernatural, I can apparently ONLY WATCH shows that make me fiercely love them one minute and deeply loathe them the next.
2) Ajdfldjgdlsgjsdg boys. I don't. Even. Know. I'm baking for him on Saturday. He invited me to come to LA for Suit Shopping: The Revenge. But I don't knoooooooow.
3) Sheerly by accident, I signed up to house manage for a performance by
Staceyann Chin, who is a very funny and personable performer. I don't necessarily dig her poetry style, but she's undeniably powerful. Some reviewer said she becomes her poetry, and I find that pretty apt given what I saw tonight.
So ... this will come as no surprise to those of you who know me at all. But she did a piece that I've actually been linked to before, possibly by
newredshoes, about the bell hooksian urge to punch people who say ignorant shit? And it went on and built up and was talking about all oppression being connected, and about all this tragedy and pain in the world and how we need to act-- now--
And after this, she takes a pause for questions, which is not an official part of the event but she's Staceyann Chin and she does what the fuck she wants. Somebody asks a question about her dogs. She answers it. And then Merc, 22, House Manager, takes center stage.
I could maybe explain why I had to ask? And why I was almost crying the whole time? But it would take awhile. Anyway, because I HAD to ask:
"When you act, what do you do?"
"... What?"
"What does it mean to act?"
"Like ...?"
"You said 'the time to act is now.' What do we do?"
The answer was long, and involved community action and active engagement with the world, and it was disappointing.