whoever decided to schedule 8 shows a week on broadway most certainly has never had to perform 8 shows a week on broadway 🫠

Joining a union is essentially saying you’re ready to throw down for any worker, even a stranger, and you know without having to ask that they’ve made the same promise to you. Metal as hell, everyone should do it

My heart breaks for people terrified of asking questions about gender identity. You don’t have to be trans to be oppressed by society’s arbitrary and histrionic restrictions on gender. You simply need to be a human being in this world of pervasive anxiety over gender expression.

A small superpower I would like is to be able to take anyone who says an education in the arts is useless and frivolous and force them to live without any art for a month.

Happy St.Patricks day to everyone involved in this Derry Girls scene

Art is about a human creating something that reaches out through space and time and connects with another human to tell them they’re not alone. If you think A.I. should be creating art, then you know nothing about art.

“I’m not dying on a non-union tour bus.” 😂😂😂

Roses are red
Solidarity is key
Workers are the backbone
of the entertainment industry

Don’t just buy Fast Car. Buy the whole damn album. Every song is a banger.

Me getting a job I badly wanted and will probably kill me

So. Well. Said.

📣 LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 📣

“Loving what you do” doesn’t pay rent or buy groceries. We can’t keep making the things you love if we can’t feed or house ourselves. Our Arts will die if our Artists can’t survive.

Disney has spent billions in copyright lobbying to make it illegal for us to use Mickey Mouse and Cinderella in any way but they think real human beings are being unreasonable if they don’t want to be reanimated corpses in perpetuity. 🙄

I answered all my emails and then they in turn were answered and now here we are again having to answer emails. The horrors persist

“If I stay, it will be under duress and only to avoid scandal” - The Gilded Age / also me 3 minutes after walking into a party, a paid gig, my sewing studio, a line at CVS, etc

stop telling me my thoughts and feelings are ~valid~ when they are almost all shitty and unproductive.

I don’t care how many times I’ve watched James Whale’s Frankenstein, I will never not become briefly apoplectic when the title screen comes on that reads “Book by Mrs. Percy B. Shelley”