It's so noisy at the fair, but all your friends are there, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers.
It happened
again, this time in New Jersey where a high school teacher slept with her male
student who was an honor student. Yeah, an honor student. He was honor, off
her, honor, off her, honor, off her.
Maurice Taylor,
a CEO of an American tire company, blasted French workers as lazy, inept and
unproductive. The French were furious and threatened Taylor that if he didn’t
apologize, they would hold their breath until they turned bleu.
The French were
furious at this stereotyping accusing Taylor of being loud, obnoxious, crude
and tasteless like all of you boorish Americans.
The plains are
getting hammered by a snowstorm; we Southern Californians have our weather
issues too. Presidents Day weekend marks the time we switch from flip-flop
sandals to hiking boots.
A study claims
to have identified the chemical that causes women to talk more than men; yeah,
it’s called: oxygen.
Since you asked:
They say the
Oscars is high school with money.
Yes and no.
In my high
school, the really cool kids were a blend of jocks and partiers who would have
died before they hung out with the theater side. Now, I say partier because
stoner is too harsh. Jocks were, well jocks. Partiers were cool kids who went
to all the cool parties. And stoners had real long hair and lived in their
skunk-smelling Army jackets.
And the jocks
and the partiers did not avoid the theater geeks because of the gay thing, although,
truthfully, in the Seventies, that was part of it.
The theater side
seemed to go way out of their way to distinguish themselves from everyone
else. The jocks/partiers didn’t throw
slushies in their face, ala “Glee” they/we utterly ignored them. Maybe this was
a Midwestern thing, but it is embarrassing to watch someone dancing and singing
down the hall all the time.
That was what was to annoying. They were "on" all the time.
That was what was to annoying. They were "on" all the time.
So the theater
types just pushed that much harder for attention. And on and on the cycle went.
Our high school had an amazingly successful alumni of actors: Ann Margaret, Hugh O'Brien, Rock Hudson, Charlton Heston, Bruce Dern, more recently Virginia Madson, Adam
Baldwin, John and Joan Cusak. (Bill Murray and Chris O'Donnell would have gone to New Trier, but opted for the local Catholic private school, Loyola)
Hollywood is
much more of a revenge of the theater geeks with money. There are notable
exceptions, Ben Affleck I am sure was one of the cool guys in high school.
Probably so was Russell Crowe. Positive Vince Vaughn was just as sure as I am positive Jon Favreau was not.
But then take
Hollywood’s coolest of the cool, Jack Nicholson. In high school, he was the
basketball team equipment manager. That was a job our teams gave to lovable
mentally challenged kids.
To be blunt, it
never really sat well with me that Alex Karris and Dick Butkus became actors.
These were two of the toughest guys in the world. (Same with Jim Brown, but I
don’t think you can call Brown an actor because he was so bad at it)
One spring, when I was about ten, they were
doing a play about Fort Dearborn at the Winnetka Children’s Fair. As I was
still a nut-job about forts via Daniel Boone, I wanted to try out. My dad was
not happy. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell.
Went to the
tryout intentionally not wanting to get a speaking part. We did a play in
fourth grade, I got the lead as the dad
in “Lyle the Crocodile.” It was cool, got my picture on the front of the
“Winnetka Talk” and everything. Then came the night of the play. I was so
nervous I went completely blank.
So much for
speaking parts.
No, for Fort
Dearborn I told them I wanted to play a pioneer and they said yes. Got to act
out the big Indian battle and everything. I got shot with an arrow I had hidden,
held it to my chest and flopped, writhing on the ground. (Remember the
“director” was very impressed with this special effect)
What I remember
most is getting to know and really like a whole new group of kids. Older kids
made me nervous because they bullied my four-year-older brother, John,
brutally, so I thought they were all mean.
But these older
kids in the play were not mean, they were really nice. Had a huge crush on the
lead actress. And she liked me, but in
the puppy-way a 15-year-old girl likes a 10-year-old boy.
Yes these people
liked to sing and some of the guys liked to sing and dance. And that made me
nervous, but it was harmless. It got so I could hardly wait to go to rehearsals
after school. It was like we were this really close team, and then, a month
later, it was over. After the last play of three, I cried, I was so sad it was
over.
Dad was really
not happy about that. But my Dad was an amazing singer, he sang in the church
choir, so there was a small performer side of him that I think was OK about my
new project.
But by high
school there was a clear line that was drawn between jocks and the theater
department, and, as much fun as I had in that play, it never occurred to me to
cross the line.
That is how I
see Hollywood and the Oscars. Good for them for picking their side of the line
and going with it. And winning.
But its not the
Olympics, is it?
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