Jun 17, right after showering following nearly 2 hours of working out:
“Ramon’s the only exotic dancer on the island, but we’re lucky to have him!”
I’m tucked under my snoopy blanket rewatching The Proposal for what must be the 100th time. Some 15 years ago, my mom and I would watch it every weekend. That was on top of our bi-weekly (and by bi-weekly I do mean twice a week) visit to the theatres. Back when a large popcorn, an ICEE and those fake cheese nachos didn’t run you $30.
I didn’t realize until recently how much those movie nights mattered to me. When I think about my career and film and what drew me to it in the first place, I’m not sure why that wasn’t the first thing on my mind. How lucky am I to have a great relationship with my mom? One that’s fostered my excitement for the most collaborative art form. She could force me into STEM or tell me to consider a career that’s more “respectable” but she likes who I am and she likes that I like what I like and I am lucky.
TBC...