Living With L.A.Ws

Hey World,

This week my Acting Academy went to see an award-winning Aboriginal play at the Factory Theatre called Where the Blood Mixes. I wasn’t too excited over the play, but I still enjoyed myself. It’s funny, during our debrief of our excursion, a lot of my colleagues said they enjoyed this play but they probably would have had never seen it on their own. This exemplified how the aspect of theatre is dieing in the younger generations. Nowadays, everybody wants to go to the movies, and stuff their faces with popcorn. But very rarely do you see teenagers watching a play outside of school. I suppose this factor is another reason why I am so fixed on becoming an actor for T.V and Film, rather than theatre, because the glory and fame is bountiful.

Something interesting happened Downtown after the play. We were roaming through the Eaton Centre, which is a extraordinary mall, and a couple of my friends were shocked to see a man wearing pink shorts. I personally didn’t see the big deal, I mean this guy was rocking it. I am by no means a homosexual, but I am very tolerant of other people’s lifestyles, culture, religion, and beliefs. I feel that the younger generation is isolated from the “real world”, and they are so fixed in having the “high school mentality”; meaning, when teens see transgender, gay, lesbian, or anyone out of the ordinary they automatically deem them as something negative.

So I discovered 2 things that day. The culture of theatre was dieing among young people, and the ignorance among young people was growing.

I don’t know if that guy rocking the pink shorts was gay, and quite frankly I don’t care. I mean, he seemed happy, and that is all that matters. Judge not lest ye be judged. At the end of the day, I just want to be happy, and that’s my L.A.W