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Tales from the Holler
The journey began what seemed like
centuries ago but alas it has only been 7 years. My husband who
worked in the film "biz" for more than 25 years, had become
what happens to all in the "biz" at one point or another,
he had become "old". Hollywood, even those behind the
scenes, don't like old, it scares them. It scares them because they
too are aging and no matter how much kambuchka tea they drink, botox
they inject, or any other magical elixir that's the trend right
now, they are getting old too. That's right you 28 year old executives
out there, in just two stinkin' years you'll be 30 and all those
evil things you have muttered under your breath about how "old"
people just don't get it, you'll be one of them. It's true. Rare
are the industry types that hire older people based on the fact
that they have more experience and may just bring - heaven forbid
- something new to the table. While I am 14 years my husband's junior,
I have witnessed the insatiable ageism that is running rampant not
just in Hollywood, but in our country . I have a theory about this
but it may just hack a few baby boomers off, so I'll bite my tongue
I have witnessed from the sidelines this industry
and count my blessings that I never really got involved. Myself,
I always fancied music, I played in bands from the time I was 13
and was able to play at some of the world famous clubs in Los Angeles.
I was not a great musician, I wouldn't dare call myself sub-mediocre,
but put me on stage with a guitar or just a microphone and I would
happily make a complete and utter ass out of myself. That was my
life until I became a mom. Boy did that put a crimp in my true aspirations,
but life is funny that way. All in all, I did more than some and
a heck of a lot less than others.
John Lennon once said "Life is what happens
when you're busy making other plans."
So life did just that, happen in a way we never
expected. Running the habi-trail wheel at full speed, going to meetings
that never went anywhere. You know you can spend your whole life
going to meetings and never go anywhere. False starts, failed promises
but still, we kept treading. Treading so fast in the same place
that the next thing we knew we were nearing the lower mantle of
earth, and that was one hell of a pit to get out of. So we burst
our personal real estate bubble and headed for the hills...the hills
of West Virginia.
Personally, I had never been to West Virginia nor
did I ever in a million years think I would live there...Washington
or Oregon maybe, Northern California probably, New Mexico - it had
been discussed...but never, ever, ever for one fleeting moment in
all of my life did I say...I wanna go to Almost Heaven...I want
those Country Roads to take me home to the place...I belong??????
I did not step foot on our property until 4 1/2 months after we
purchased it, I had never lived anywhere outside of Los Angeles
County before...here I was 37 years old going to a place I had never
been to, to start all over, no family nearby, no close girlfriends
within a 600 mile radius....well so long as my husband and I never
have to hear again: "If you'll just do this one thing for me
for free, I'll MAKE SURE you're hired on when we get the distributors
money and the studio's okay..." Then you know country roads
take me home...with the pancakes on the griddle. Hollywood is hell
actually Hollywood isn't it's the self important self serving industry
types that make it hell (stay tuned for my musings on visting L.A.
after being gone several months) Advice to all those young adults
from the country who want to go to the land where the streets are
paved with gold and be a star...your best line of action: Learn
how to say with attitude: Would you like your double
venti cap with soy or nonfat?
Movies that taste great with ageism....