Horsin' Around--or--Slingin' Shit?

My personal philosophy about blogging has always been to be as authentic, frank, and open about my life and my experiences. Not to mention there are often spaces in between actual acting jobs, especially, when one is starting out.

Therefore, I think what happens—and what part of that is written about-- in between the work speaks volumes about the person/actor. What and whom I draw into my life when not “on the job” is just as important because it’s all life …and it’s in the living that we create as much as when we’re getting paychecks or sitting in class. That’s a big truth that’s forgotten in the search for fame, fortune, or just a really good gig.

Over the past (almost 2 years) many readers, and bloggers alike, have expressed satisfaction, compliments, contrasting or controversial opinions, shared experiences, links, and views about what I’ve written—and I’ve done likewise with them. Never have I felt verbally attacked as a person, as an artist— until very recently when I’ve expressed my own opinions about politics but primarily the way we go about discussing politicians (and women) in America, as artists. There’s a second topic that could probably be its own post, but I’ve realized there’s a connection. Dating in Los Angeles is frought with online land mines, too. Yes, there’s a link here. I didn’t realize it until recently, but there is a link here: literally and virtually. In both arenas, it has to do with conscience and consequence. How do you treat not only the topic, but also the person? (Both, in person and online.) Whether you’re sleeping with someone or talking politics… Is it true that alls fair in love and war?

Freedom of speech—sure, I get it. I like it. I love it. (There’s a country song in there somewhere…) Trust me, I’m aware of my right to bear arms too…however, the freedom to bear arms does not include the right to shoot our neighbor when they piss us off. Well, just don’t read it, then, right! Well, along that line here’s a thought: You also have the right to remain silent—because anything you say can and will be used against you—ANYWHERE. In the age of information—does it just boil down to too much information and lack of consequence? I think so.

Who gives a rat’s butt if you hurt someone’s feelings—it’s just a blog, for crying out loud, right? Bloggers seem to have a responsibility loophole because it’s ‘just my blog—just what I’m going through’. It’s just a blog. Look--airing information where tons of people can read it means it’s no longer private and it’s no longer just about the writer/actor. When we as actors open the door to our lives, other people become part of our story and interactions, regardless. It's all connected. We can only limit that to a degree. Just ask Brad and Angie—or Jen—or better yet, Britney. It’s the voyeuristic side of show biz in Los Angeles—and apparently NYC. And, there are always repercussions. Always. It’s the dirty side of the business—and apparently the longer you’ve been in the biz the more blood you’ve got on your hands. “Out! Out! Damned Spot!”

Well, everything I’ve written I’ve signed my name to—whether I look back and cringe or not. At the moment that I wrote it, I believed it needed to be written. That’s not always the case after the fact, but I still acknowledge that I wrote it. Well, I’m not a celebrity but I guess now, I know what it feels like to be in the tabloids. To be made fun of for my opinions, for my thoughts, for the kind of pictures I post, the amount of personal information I reveal—or skin. Well, while I’m still a good lookin’ young thing I plan on showing off what I work hard for. I understand, though, it’s hard to keep up a nice bod if you’re busy drinking your weight in sake, whiskey, or insert liquor-of-choice, here.

Authenticity—it’s such a bitch. Mind you, I’m using this word to comment on a state of being—not a person. As, it’s the intention behind the word and the way it’s used—THAT’s what makes a word offensive. Again, my point was entirely missed. (But I understand, semantics can be “tricky”.) Guess everything needs a little regulation, even Wall Street. Especially,Wall Street. Pardon me, while I go clean my boots off--the shit in this country is getting pretty deep.

From my horse’s ass—to yours…
… oh! and—by the way I know it can be confusing because I’m white and my last name is White so apparently it’s easy to point and say—you’re a little bit racist ‘cause all we white folks somehow are?
Look-- my family is made up of several cultures (Taiwanese, African American, Spanish, Jewish, etc.) I just happen to be --Eve White, riding bareback.

Comments

[Hideo's Dance]

Ah...the plight of being a Sagittarius. We speak, we act, we get reactions. We light fires and create controversy. We piss people off and endear ourselves to them.

Let the cowchips fall where they may!

I like you.

HD

"A critic is a legless man who teaches running."

[Heather]

Beautifully put.
Don't let the bullies of the world make you feel small because of who you are. You are an amazing woman with amazing talents and a wonderful mother. You are a woman your daughter can be proud of.

[nice try]

Another blog with some racial overtones huh? I don't remember reading a blog on here where anyone said all white folks are a little bit racist. Except yours. And just "innocently" typing racist words (like you did in one of your previous blogs) is really not much better than actually using them. I hope your kid doesn't read your blogs.

[eve white]

Thank you for reading: real nice, nice try, tall dark handsome--same IP address. Nice Try. I appreciate that you still enjoy returning to check out what I have to say.