When Angry Makes Me Happy

I just started rehearsals for a show I'm doing with the Fringe this week. I'm kind of ashamed I haven't told y'all about it till now! It's called "All Rights Reserved: A Libertarian Rage," presented by my friend phillip's company Maximum Verbosity. I'm enjoying my involvement because it's a piece of theatre that's making a statement. It's not a subtle statement, but it's a statement nonetheless. And I say the "N" word on stage four times. Not because my character's a racist but because she endeavors to prove that words are only as hurtful as their context. In that particular scene, I really get to show off my angry acting chops - my favorite. Being angry onstage is at the center of what releases me from the stifling chains of non-expression. I don't get a lot out of quiet acting. I like to scream, I like to yell, I like to laugh, and I like to be catty onstage. Maybe because within the confines of a written role expressing my inner psycho is forgiven unconditionally. Please refer to the sidebar, with the brilliant picture of phillip on a cross, for more information.

I have plenty of ideas for your money.

Boing Boing posted a fascinating article about very expensive bottled water "for rich morons" (HA!), so I followed the link to the original article, which states:

A few months ago, Madonna’s pal let it slip that the Material Girlfriend spends $10,000 each month for water blessed by Kabbalah rabbis.

And I didn't read much further because this was cause enough for an enraged entry.

$10,000 a month, Madge? SERIOUSLY? On bottled water? Blessed? By Kabbalah rabbis? This is what religion does to you, people: makes you waste your money on someone waving their hand over your drinking water for whatever reason. It sucks enough that hardly any of us can trust our tap water anymore and that probably in a matter of a decade, we'll have to purchase ALL the water we drink. Part of me loves the idea that people can waste money on fancy bottled water because of the possibility of it postponing the inevitable universal shift to bottles. Like their spending exorbitant amounts of money on bottled water will go into the "bottled water fund" that will stave off the greedy, poisonous bastards who want nothing to be free, even a human necessity like water. But, Madonna, come ON! You know I have loved you and your music and your awesomeness for many, many years, but you have nothing else to do with $10,000 a month? I have plenty of ideas.

Sigh... I know that insanely rich people have, probably more often than not, worked really hard for their fortune. This is definitely the case with Madonna. But at this point, is it so inconceivable to now use your money-making-money skills to save the rest of the world with what it seems to so desperately need: money?


P.S. I love that Forbes called her the Material Girlfriend. I mean, I'm pretty out of touch with what Madonna is calling herself these days, but I'm pretty sure it's just The Material Girl, guys.

The Problem With Paying Attention.

As if there weren't enough injustices of which I am aware that make me steam out my ears, I just found this article courtesy of this blog that states:

In 2006, there were 3,000 reports of sexual assault against women in our military.

Three... thousand? Reported? Sexual Assault?
("Reported" implies that there are a number of cases are out there where the victim didn't make an official report).

That's like a violated woman for every dead U.S. soldier. Or something.