“Women who dance have ugly feet. Their feet aren’t pretty anymore, but their professional." - Former New York Ballet Choreographer, George Balanchine
On the coast of Africa, in a place where the grass hits your feet like emeralds waiting to be touched and the sun blinds you with its light, hypnotising you into a deep sleep, suffocating you with its heat. There in the depths of the tropics laid a Lioness and her one cub.
I was taking a sip of my coffee when my colleague, an actress of a delicate, yet raw beauty resembling Kate Moss blurted out with such distaste: “Everything is so diverse, now it’s hard for me to get auditions.... there are no parts for white women.”
Suffocated. Smothered. Frustrated. Tired. Exhausted. It is not easy being in an environment which caps your creativity. Being around individuals whose main concerns include; ordering the right kind of cello tape or what colour of post-it notes to purchase. These are a few of the weird, boring comments I find myself overhearing, when working in ‘MJs.’ (‘Money Jobs’, jobs that you do when you have finished one freelance contract and looking for the next one…..jobs that […]