What a week. Acting wise I was a “Nice Mom” who dances in the kitchen a loves her bald husband… only later to face torture and home invaders, screaming “Please just don’t hurt my Baby!” I was an “Abusive Mom” addicted to television, miming getting an Eli Pen injection, later strangling my daughter over past. Always a “MOM.” I was a stoner neighbor in crutches with a broken femur who loves gossip. My flat turned into a full production studio. I will probably not hear back for any of these roles.
I am so tired of being a “Mom.” I am not a mom. None of the women my age are moms. But unfortunately popular culture has yet to catch onto what Millennial women are. We are a collective of explorers trying to figure out who we are and what the fuck we are supposed to do with zero road map. We aren’t moms, or married or have a stable relationship or career. We are basically 20 year olds now facing “middle age” without having benefitted from any of the standard life experience were are supposed to have accumulated. We really are a different breed.