tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74489183096836761682024-03-14T02:45:16.703-07:00COURTNEY HARGEMy name is Courtney Harge and I am an Arts Administrator, Fundraiser, Entrepreneur, and Theater Director based in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-69534507174971243202015-09-03T15:21:00.001-07:002015-09-03T15:21:41.430-07:00What’s Good: Miley, Nicki and the Politics of Respectability<div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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In my work on <a href="http://www.clydefitchreport.com/2015/08/modern-lynchings-vintage-plays/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">lynching plays</a>, I have spent a decent amount of time pondering <a href="http://www.npr.org/sections/codeswitch/2015/08/31/432294253/how-shows-like-will-grace-and-black-ish-can-change-your-brain" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">whether or not theater (and art in general) can save us: </a>from actual violence, from our failings, from ourselves. And the simple truth is that I have no idea what will save us, but I have learned unequivocally what won’t: </div>
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<a href="http://www.thenation.com/article/respectability-politics-wont-save-us-death-jonathan-ferrell/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Respectability politics will not save us.</a></div>
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Respectability politics, <a href="http://www.thenation.com/article/respectability-politics-wont-save-us-death-jonathan-ferrell/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">as defined by Mychal Denzel Smith in The Nation</a>, is “the idea that one can overcome racism (or any other form of oppression) by way of your personal actions, presenting one’s self as a citizen worthy of respect as defined by the dominant cultural norms and standards” — that if marginalized peoples behaved correctly, they will be given access to all the privileges that remain perpetually out of reach for them. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelina_Weld_Grimk%C3%A9" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Angelina Weld Grimké</a> wrote the play <i>Rachel</i> in service of that argument to present Black humanity and its destruction under lynching to White audiences.</div>
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According to <a href="http://029c28c.netsolhost.com/blkren/bios/grimkeaw.html" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">the Washington D.C. Public Library:</a></div>
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_LeRoy_Locke" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Alain Locke</a>, in <em>Plays of Negro Life</em> (1927), said of <em>Rachel</em>, ‘Apparently the first successful drama written by a Negro and interpreted by Negro actors.’ And the NAACP production program said of the play, ‘This is the first attempt to use the stage for race propaganda in order to enlighten the American people relating to the lamentable condition of ten millions of Colored citizens in this free republic.’</div>
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Forty years after <i>Rachel</i> was produced, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmett_Till" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Emmitt Till was lynched</a>. An eloquent plea written by a Black child of privilege commissioned by the leading race-based organization of the time and sanctioned by the first African American Rhodes Scholar could not save the life of an innocent 14-year-old boy with a four-decade head start. It does not get any more respectable than that and it failed. Yet we continue to believe that good behavior will save us.</div>
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assassination_of_Robert_F._Kennedy" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">It will not.</a> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assassination_of_Mahatma_Gandhi" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">It cannot.</a> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assassination_of_Martin_Luther_King,_Jr." style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">It has not.</a></div>
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Contemporary manifestations of this conversation are everywhere, but one needs look no further than <a href="http://www.dazeddigital.com/music/article/26154/1/nicki-minaj-called-out-miley-cyrus-at-the-vmas" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">this weekend’s Video Music Awards (VMAs)</a>. While this pop culture spectacle is an annual petri dish of nonsense, the VMAs can serve as a diorama of our contemporary moment. <a href="http://www.awesomelyluvvie.com/2015/08/nicki-minaj-miley-cyrus-vmas.html" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Both Nicki Minaj and Miley Cyrus</a> embody problematic representations, however, Cyrus took it upon herself to tone police Minaj in <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/28/arts/music/miley-cyrus-2015-mtv-vmas.html?_r=0" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">The New York Times</a>. At the VMAs, Minaj responded and <a href="http://www.clutchmagonline.com/2015/08/salon-refers-to-nicki-minaj-as-a-savage/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">was called a “savage” in Salon</a> — one of the less subtle pieces of<a href="https://medium.com/@YawoBrown/the-subtle-linguistics-of-polite-white-supremacy-3f83c907ffff" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">coded racist language</a> in the lexicon. While it can be argued that each woman’s problematic elements are more or less equitable, racism as an institution allows the “newspaper of record” to minimize Cyrus’ negativity while magnifying Minaj’s.</div>
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Minaj is the anti-<i>Rachel</i>: “<a href="http://s2smagazine.com/2013/05/07/fed-up-journalists-blast-rude-indignant-nicki-minaj/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">rude</a>,” “savage,” “<a href="http://www.billboard.com/articles/columns/the-juice/6655687/nicki-minaj-wax-figure-madame-tussauds-las-vegas" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">hypersexualized</a>” and unapologetic. She is often maligned for refusing to engage with a dominant narrative that wishes to dismiss her unless and until she is more respectable. But what is respectable? And who gets to decide? Why do any of us think we’re qualified to make that decision? While I don’t always agree with Minaj’s choices, I admire her argument: none of us get to dismiss the humanity or validity of anyone else just because we’re uncomfortable with how they behave.</div>
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This was further highlighted for me in the comments of <a href="http://www.clydefitchreport.com/author/scott-walters/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Scott Walters’</a>pieces regarding “Cellphone-gazi” and performance decorum. The tone of many of the comments boiled down to</div>
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<a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=WPkVSWaRFFcC&pg=PA111&lpg=PA111&dq=%E2%80%9Csophisticated+audiences+do+not+interfere+with+great+art,+and+unsophisticated+people+should+confine+themselves+to+other+spaces+%E2%80%9D&source=bl&ots=ODKGbL_vAh&sig=WHKSJuZHXRKOIeUlUBiAreQcQcU" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">“Sophisticated audiences do not interfere with great art, and unsophisticated people should confine themselves to other spaces.”</a></div>
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One of the arguments I believe Walters was making is that we have redefined what this means throughout the ages so there is no such thing as objective sophistication. I want to further argue that racism, sexism, heteronormativity, ableism and any other form of powered exclusion have informed whom we include when we define sophistication or respectability. Whenever any of us are policing the behavior of another, we have to be willing to recognize how we are informing a narrative of exclusion.</div>
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So, what does a counter response to respectability politics look like? As I said in the beginning, I’m not certain that there exists one right answer, but I do have some suggestions for challenging the narrative individually and institutionally:</div>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Recognize that all opinions are subjective regardless of the number of people who agree.<ul style="list-style: disc outside; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 25px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Standards of etiquette count as opinion.</li>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">In recognizing that all opinions are subjective, own yours as such.<ul style="list-style: disc outside; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 25px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“I prefer to watch theater without cell phones” is different from “No one should experience theater with cell phones.” Your preferred experience may not be someone else’s and both can be okay.</li>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Be mindful of asking others to adapt in ways you are unwilling.<ul style="list-style: disc outside; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 25px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Miley, when you want to engage honestly around your cultural appropriation I’ll be happy to discuss Nicki’s tone.</li>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Try to understand the message before you dismiss the messenger.<ul style="list-style: disc outside; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 25px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Ignoring a valid argument because it isn’t packaged “correctly” is willful ignorance at its finest.</li>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Acknowledge that asking someone to behave better so that you don’t mistreat them, particularly if you may have already mistreated them, <a href="http://www.microaggressions.com/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">is an act of violence.</a><ul style="list-style: disc outside; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 25px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">No matter how benign the language may seem, the threat is clear: act like you belong or you will be harassed/dismissed/ignored/harmed.</li>
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Respectability politics trick us all into believing that we can objectively determine someone’s value based on parlor tricks and window dressing. I challenge us all to consider alternate ways to engage with each other and our art without perpetuating false hierarchies and structural inequalities.</div>
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In short, audience: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Cocoa.Butter/videos/697247690406572" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">what’s good</a>?<br />
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Post originally appeared in <a class="" href="http://www.clydefitchreport.com/2015/09/whats-good-respectability-politics/" target="_blank">The</a><a href="http://www.clydefitchreport.com/2015/09/whats-good-respectability-politics/" target="_blank"> Clyde Fitch Report on September 3, 2015.</a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-13411185880779904092015-08-06T09:00:00.000-07:002015-09-03T15:21:59.743-07:00Modern Lynchings, Vintage Plays<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<strong style="font-size: 14.4px;">Charged</strong><i style="font-size: 14.4px;">(adjective)</i><span style="font-size: 14.4px;">: filled with excitement, tension, or emotion.</span></div>
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<strong>Charged</strong>(<i>adjective)</i>: accused of something, especially an offense under law.</div>
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<strong>Charged</strong><i>(adjective)</i>: entrusted with a task as a duty or responsibility.</div>
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All representations are <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/nbc-sam-dubose-tweet-mug-shot_55ba9615e4b0d4f33a0227f8" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">charged representations.</a></div>
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Every time we create, replicate or reproduce something, we make a statement. We <a href="http://colloquy-collective.org/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">charge that representation</a> with everything we are and everything we are not. And while we aren’t (and shouldn’t be) limited to art that is a reflection of ourselves, all art that we create and consume exists in relationship to who we are. The moment you frame a photograph, compose a line, choose a color or <a href="http://colloquy-collective.org/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">find a medium</a>, you begin to represent something about who you are and the world you live in.</div>
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I am currently struggling with the world I live in.</div>
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My name is Courtney Harge, and I am a black woman who also happens to be a theater producer, director and arts administrator. I have been studying and working in theater since I was 12 years old. I founded my own company, <a href="http://colloquy-collective.org/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Colloquy Collective</a>, in 2011. My work centers on examining the intersections of race, identity and theater through reviving pre-existing work. Simply, I ask this question: what can we learn about our present from works created in the past?</div>
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For the last six months, I have been<a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/codeswitch/2015/04/17/399604918/deaths-of-unarmed-black-men-revive-anti-lynching-plays?utm_campaign=storyshare&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_medium=social" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank"> directing women-authored lynching plays</a>. In <a href="http://amzn.com/0253211638" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank"><i>Strange Fruit: Plays on Lynching by American Women</i></a>, Kathy A. Perkins and Judith L. Stephens define these works as “[plays] in which the threat or occurrence of a lynching, past or present, has major impact on the dramatic action.” It has been disheartening to realize that these plays, all written before 1930, also accurately depict life in our current reality. As Perkins and Stephens go on to state:</div>
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…lynching plays are both a dramatic record of racial history in the United States and a continuously evolving dramatic form that preserves the knowledge of this particular form of racial violence and the memory of its victims.</div>
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The cast of <em>Rachel</em>: Lauren Lattimore, Santoya Fields, Temesgen Tocruray, Bonita Jackson and Damone Williams. Photo by <a href="http://stefanogiovannini.com/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Stefano Giovannini</a>.</div>
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In other words, Black life is a life in which the threat or occurrence of a lynching — or stop-and-frisk, or the school-to-prison pipeline, or any<a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/05/the-case-for-reparations/361631/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">number of systems built on a racist infrastructure</a>, past or present — has a major impact on your everyday actions.</div>
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For the last six months, I’ve read the words of Black women affirming the humanity of our people written over the greater part of the last 100 years and I have a visceral understanding of that impulse. These women used these plays to profess <a href="http://blacklivesmatter.com/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">#BlackLivesMatter</a> in the face of unimaginable horror. They used these representations to accuse the broader population of neglect and entrusted these characters with their legacy. These authors charged these representations with saving their people and I get to experience firsthand that it didn’t work.</div>
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<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/25/opinion/on-the-death-of-sandra-bland-and-our-vulnerable-bodies.html" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">Every</a> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/30/us/university-of-cincinnati-officer-indicted-in-shooting-death-of-motorist.html?_r=0" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">name</a> <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/charleston-shooting-victims-remembered-funerals-begin/story?id=31995137" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">we</a> <a href="http://www.democracynow.org/2015/5/20/say_her_name_families_seek_justice" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">say</a> reaffirms that failure. Much like the lynching play as dramatic form, lynching (the action) is continuously evolving. Lynching is<a href="http://killedbypolice.net/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;">688 police-involved shootings</a> since Jan. 1, 2015. Lynching is<a href="http://nymag.com/thecut/2015/07/5-black-women-have-died-in-jail-this-month.html" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;"> five women found dead in a jail somewhere in the U.S.</a> during the month of July. Lynching is<a href="http://www.cnn.com/2013/06/05/us/trayvon-martin-shooting-fast-facts/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank"> what happened to Trayvon Martin</a>. What happened to<a href="http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/video/2014/nov/26/cleveland-video-tamir-rice-shooting-police" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Tamir Rice</a>. To <a href="http://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/local/Grand-Jury-Decision-Eric-Garner-Staten-Island-Chokehold-Death-NYPD-284595921.html" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Eric Garner</a>. <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/08/10/the-cop" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Michael Brown</a>. <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2015/06/08/us/south-carolina-slager-indictment-walter-scott/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Walter Scott</a>. <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/12/nyregion/akai-gurley-shooting-death-arraignment.html?_r=0" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Akai Gurley</a>.<a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2015/08/04/sandra-bland-family-federal-lawsuit/31094357/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Sandra Bland</a>. <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/video/2015/jul/30/body-cameras-officers-samuel-dubose-shooting-video" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Sam Dubose</a>.</div>
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Some things aren’t as far away as we’d like to think they are. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African-American_Civil_Rights_Movement_(1896%E2%80%931954)#/media/File:Convicts_(1903).jpg" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Via /</a></div>
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For the last six months, I have explored the difference between the America in which these women playwrights lived, and the one in which I presently reside. The difference is miniscule and I am no longer able to accept arguments to the contrary. There is nothing like experiencing a play from 1916 and hearing characters speak your 2015 pain.</div>
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As I said at the beginning, all art that we create and consume exists in relationship to who and what we are. And what I am is tired of a prevailing narrative which tries to silence marginalized people with fictionalized notions of “impartiality” and “objectivity.” A narrative that tries to minimize my anger as stereotype while ignoring its impetus. A narrative that insists if marginalized people behaved better we would survive. <span class="st">Angelina Weld Grimké</span>‘s 1916 play <a href="http://www.newbrooklyntheatre.com/rachel.html" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;"><em>Rachel</em></a> was written expressly to support this narrative.</div>
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This is from Koritha Mitchell’s critical study <i><a href="http://living%20with%20lynching:%20African%20American%20Lynching%20Plays,%20Performance,%20and%20Citizenship,%201890-1930/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Living with Lynching: African American Lynching Plays, Performance, and Citizenship, 1890-1930</a></i>:<i></i></div>
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<i>[Rachel] </i>is a full-length, sentimental play whose emotional appeal largely hinges on the similarity between whites and blacks. In fact, Grimké later explained that she had written the play to convince whites, especially white women, that lynching was wrong, as illustrated by the fact that even upstanding black citizens were vulnerable to it.</div>
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In presenting a family, named Loving, that is above reproach, <span class="st">Grimké</span>was saying “don’t kill us because we’re just like you.” We are worth saving because we know how to behave. If you view us, impartially and objectively, as people as opposed to black people, you will see that lynching is wrong. That is a problem for me, mostly because it did not work. Therefore:</div>
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<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">My humanity is not up for negotiation.</li>
<li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://thsppl.com/i-racist-538512462265" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Impartiality and objectivity do not exist.</a></li>
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For the last six months, I’ve read the work of many women from long ago who did an excellent job of telling the stories of people who lived with lynching. They presented the best of humanity arising out of the worst of circumstances. I am thankful for them. And I have been charged to go a step beyond by using their works as a mirror with which to judge our progress, or lack thereof. I am here to stop our collective back-patting around race and art and ourselves because those works prove that we have not overcome. I am here to continue the difficult conversations about the ways in which our <a href="http://www.theroot.com/blogs/the_grapevine/2014/08/_iftheygunnedmedown_shows_how_black_people_are_portrayed_in_mainstream_media.html" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">artistic representations have real-world consequences.</a></div>
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I invite you to join me in this conversation. Throughout the month of August, a full production of <a href="https://www.artful.ly/new-brooklyn-theater" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank"><em>Rachel</em></a>, directed by me, is running at the<a href="http://colloquy-collective.org/" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">Irondale Center in Brooklyn, New York</a>. Each performance will feature a talkback with the cast and crew, which will be an opportunity for the audience to offer its thoughts and reactions. Tickets are free, and can be<a href="https://www.artful.ly/new-brooklyn-theater" style="color: #73b843; outline: none; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.15s linear;" target="_blank">reserved here</a>.</div>
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All representations are charged representations. Let’s see what exactly they’ve been charged with.</div>
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Post originally appeared in <a href="http://www.clydefitchreport.com/2015/08/modern-lynchings-vintage-plays/" target="_blank">The Clyde Fitch Report on August 6, 2015.</a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-77703397235711706242015-07-09T08:24:00.001-07:002015-07-09T08:24:42.341-07:00I have things I want to say about Bill Cosby.I have things I want to say about Bill Cosby. They are this, in order:<br />
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<li><strike>I believe he is a rapist.</strike>* He is clearly a rapist.</li>
<li>I think The Cosby Show and his contributions to the collecting and documenting <a href="http://africa.si.edu/2015/07/national-museum-of-african-art-statement-conversations-african-and-african-american-artworks-in-dialogue-2/" target="_blank">Black-American and African Art are unparalleled in their impact.</a></li>
<li>I know, for a fact, that terrible people can make beautiful things.</li>
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If there is a way to create retribution for the women he hurt, I am in full support of it. However, I wish to stop short of destroying or removing his artistic legacy. Because that legacy showcased the work of artists and performers of colors on a massive scale. That complicated legacy also allowed us to turn a blind eye when people we collectively deemed unworthy tried to point fingers.<br />
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We are all implicated. Heroes don't actually exist.<br />
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That is to say every person we deify without accountability gets bolder, abuses more, believes themselves more powerful until they are committing atrocities with impunity. In creating "heroes" we remove humanity, and actually create monsters.<br />
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And every time we get comfortable victim-blaming, we create space for these monsters to create more victims. We create <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/09/06/daniel-holtzclaw-police_n_5774738.html" target="_blank">Daniel Holtzclaw</a>. We create Darren Wilsons and George Zimmermans and Daniel Pantaleos. We create <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2014/12/09/opinion/yang-mark-wahlberg/index.html" target="_blank">Mark Wahlberg</a>. We create <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eldridge_Cleaver#Soul_on_Ice_.281968.29" target="_blank">Eldridge Cleaver</a>. We create Bill Cosby.<br />
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Every time we collectively create blind spots, we reinforce power imbalances. We let white men kill black men; we let men rape women; we let rich plunder poor. All of us.<br />
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"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible."<br />
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The snowflakes are all of us as individuals bound together by the momentum of racism, sexism, patriarchy and their brethren. Racism punishes the Black and Brown monsters we've created more harshly and wholly than their white counterparts. Racism brings a <a href="https://youtu.be/5NTRvlrP2NU" target="_blank">man back from the grave to admonish his unfaithful son</a> while <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/charlie-sheen-goddess-bree-olson-reveals-happened-scenes/story?id=14120964" target="_blank">laughing at the boys-will-be-boys antics of Charlie Sheen.</a> It is removing the statue of a <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2015/07/08/disney-park-removes-bill-cosby-statue-after-drug-revelations/" target="_blank">great entertainer who is the worst kind of person</a> from a park named after a <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2541292/Walt-Disney-grandniece-Meryl-Streep-right-Disney-racist-misogynistic.html" target="_blank">great visionary who is also the worst kind of person.</a><br />
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Our hypocrisy is showing.<br />
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As we righteously tear down a terrible man who used every resource at his disposal to prey on women solely because he had so many resources at his disposal, I would like us to not celebrate too much in the task. We have literally built mountains to men capable of much of the same evil and greatness so we are not the impartial arbiters of morality we seem to wish we were.<br />
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We create monsters then selectively choose which to capture: we are both Dr. Frankenstein and the pitchfork-wielding mob. As our actions continue to cycle from deifying to vilifying, I ask that we pause to consider what systems we're reinforcing. Let's ask ourselves:<br />
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Are we attempting to erase his impact on popular culture as a gesture to override our conscious discounting of the <a href="http://mic.com/articles/121858/bill-cosby-shows-once-again-we-listen-to-the-wrong-people-when-it-comes-to-sexual-assault" target="_blank">women who accused him in the first place</a>?<br />
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Are we really okay with removing Cosby's statue from a space which was made to recognize entertainers while we send our children to schools named after Confederate leaders and slave owners?<br />
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Does punishing Bill Cosby make you feel better?<br />
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How can it when there's so much left to do?<br />
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*I originally started this post months ago, when the allegations surrounding Bill Cosby resurfaced. The revelation of his own admission and the sheer amount of life that has happened between last October and today has prompted me to revisit it.<br />
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<a href="https://onmogul.com/articles/i-have-things-i-want-to-say-about-bill-cosby" target="_blank">Previously posted on MOGUL.</a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-83433428827237153322015-07-08T14:23:00.001-07:002015-07-14T13:04:05.056-07:00I Never Thought I'd Have A Coming Out Story<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>You need to come out.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am </span><a href="http://www.morethantwo.com/polyamory.html" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">polyamorous.</a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I am queer. I am in a loving, committed relationship with both a woman and a man. The three of us are Black and proud and happy. And that matters because a part of me wants to bow down to respectability politics and keep my loves to myself. A part of me wants to stay safely in my lane by only telling the complex stories on stage. A part of me says I'm fighting on enough fronts, why do I need another? <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/06/19/us/nine-victims-of-charleston-church-shooting-remembered.html?_r=0" target="_blank">Then I remember that being "respectable" will not save me.</a> <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/07/post-racial-society-distant-dream/395255/" target="_blank">It will not save any of us</a>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>I am out.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>I am Black.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>I am poly.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>I am visible.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>I am loved.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have a habit of connecting things that don't necessarily belong together. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;">None of the items in the list above </span>are<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> negated by any of the other items. The whole of my story is great because of its parts, not in spite of them.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I see the tragedies of the world as connected to a narrative of suppressing people's full identities and I refuse to be complicit in growing the list of </span><a href="http://m.motherjones.com/politics/2014/02/21-things-you-cant-do-while-black" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">things Black people can't do</a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;">, </span><a href="http://www.theroot.com/articles/culture/2015/06/the_9_things_the_mckinney_pool_party_reminds_us_black_people_can_t_do.html" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">even though it keeps growing</a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px; white-space: pre-wrap;">, by presenting a redacted version of my own truth.</span><br />
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Reflecting at the End of the Year</h2>
As everyone does, if the internet is to be believed, I like to use the holidays as a chance to reflect. Truthfully, I tend to be a rather self-reflective person in general. Others might call it "narcissism" but I digress. I like to think about what I'm thinking and how it's different from what I used to think.<br />
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<b>Sometimes it's easier to think the complicated thoughts than feel the complicated feelings. </b><br />
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I think as a defense mechanism - if I can plan for it, I can prepare for it, and "it" can't hurt me. At least, that's what Type-A Courtney wishes would work, and it's the best strategy I've got so far. But we all know that the effort is futile: "it" will eventually catch you. Hurt is inevitable. And, surprisingly, that realization has been the most freeing lesson of my 2014.<br />
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<b>Once I realized that everything in the world could hurt me, I stopped making choices based on avoiding hurt.</b><br />
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If I had to sum up 2013 in one word, it would be <b>loss</b>. I lost friends and family who were close to me, I lost a relationship, I lost some of my confidence, I lost my footing in a space that I thought I knew. And no amount of thinking or preparing could have prevented it. No amount of extra effort or carefulness or diligence can bring back our loved ones who are gone, or make someone love you in the way you deserve, or even make you love you in the way you deserve.<br />
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<b>Hurt will find you well enough on its own, it doesn't need you to go looking for it.</b><br />
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My theme for 2014, almost unconsciously, has been <b>risk</b>. I moved in with strangers, bared my soul to acquaintances, left the country with a broken phone, said "yes" more often than I said "no", and said "no" to people who aren't used to hearing it. I began a complicated relationship with a complicated man. "But you could get hurt" stopped being reason enough to not do something. And those risks, so far, have paid off.<br />
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The strangers I moved in with became my Brooklyn family.<br />
The acquaintances I connected with have become close friends.<br />
Leaving the country caused me to reconnect with one of my oldest and best friends.<br />
I directed more, danced more, experienced more.<br />
I found a new job and took my business to another level.<br />
And that complicated relationship is the best I've ever been in.<br />
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It's still all scary. Yes, I will still get hurt. I am a work in progress. But I am happy. And, most importantly, I'm taking new risks and minimizing the role fear plays in my life. Thank you for supporting me and my journey. Thank you for reading.<br />
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May your 2015 be filled with risks and rewards beyond your wildest dreams. And, just once, may your laughter be caught on film so that you remember what your joy looks like when you're too scared.<br />
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Happy Holidays!<br />
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Love,<br />
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Courtney<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-77607777062037988252014-05-13T15:18:00.000-07:002014-12-11T11:46:05.115-08:00Musings on the Tortoise and the HareAfter reading this <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/leonoraepstein/things-all-millennials-are-sick-of-hearing">listicle</a>, I was reminded why I hate hearing people talk about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millennials">Millennials</a>. There are so many complaints about our collective inability to be better people that it's a wonder we aren't all committing ritual suicide in front of Sallie Mae's headquarters. Maybe we are averse to blood on our iPads.<br />
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These arguments often remind me of the fable of <a href="http://childhoodreading.com/?p=3">the tortoise</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tortoise_and_the_Hare">the hare</a>. Every preceding generation is painted as the thoughtful tortoise - patient, hardworking, and resilient. They were able to earn their keep while staying focused and paying their dues. We Millennials are the foolhardy hare - boastful, entitled, and lazy. We sleep while the rest of the world works and that will ultimately be our undoing. So the world says.<br />
The fable only works if the hare falls asleep. What if the hare remains awake?<br />
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What if our hare runs to the finish line and realizes that the only thing waiting on the other side is more race?<br />
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What if the hare encounters row after row of blockading tortoises jostling for a finish line no one can clearly see anymore, let alone cross?<br />
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What if a generation of thoughtful tortoises coached a generation of enterprising hares then stripped the race track?<br />
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What if the hare sees destruction and dysfunction at the end of the race, runs back to the tortoise to say "I don't know if running this race is worth it" and the tortoise berates the hare for lacking a work ethic?<br />
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What if the hare says, "I don't think everyone gets to run this race. We've left others at the start"?<br />
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What if the tortoise replies, "I've made it this far, I don't know why they didn't. It's not my problem"?<br />
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What if the tortoise and the hare aren't even running the same race?<br />
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It's all fables and fairytales; questions without answers. Maybe Millennials are lazy, entitled, selfish and difficult. Maybe not. It is difficult to understand the impact our generation will have when the world changes so quickly. Simply, the race isn't over.<br />
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Or maybe I'm just asleep, and the race is already lost.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-22194588076402932072014-02-20T04:32:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:26:15.485-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (BONUS DAY - Celebrate Yourself and Others)Today is my 30th birthday! It has been an interesting journey to this point. I've learned a lot and I am grateful to anyone who has followed this for the last <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">30</span>31 days. I appreciate your support.<br />
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Since it's my birthday, I want to focus on celebrating and remembering that joy is not a limited resource. I offer my birthday and this space for celebrations big and small. I'll start:<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate</strong> thirty awesome years on this planet and in this life.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate</strong> Beyonce as she's filled a void in my heart since Janet married that billionaire.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate</strong> that the internet has allowed me to maintain so many relationships with people near and far.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate </strong>every one of you doing something you like at this moment.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate </strong>every one of you doing something you hate at this moment because it just needs to get done.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate </strong>oysters and expensive cheese. Not together.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate </strong>gainful employment, though I'm not going to work tomorrow.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate </strong>a body that works for me in the ways I need it to.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate </strong>both the homes we come from and the homes we build for ourselves.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate</strong> hugs. I really love hugs.<br />
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<strong>I Celebrate</strong> love in every form possible.<br />
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Comment with what you are celebrating today.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-84462780761569389372014-02-19T08:00:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:43:56.702-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 30 - Enjoy the Journey)Tomorrow is my 30th birthday.<br />
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This blog was a challenge to myself to see how I could reconcile my experiences thus far and approach thirty with clarity. I needed to understand the goals I wanted for this new phase in my life. Thirty is a milestone because I am no where near where I thought I was going to be. And that's not a bad thing:<br />
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<strong>If I was limited in my current success by the things I thought I wanted in the past, I would be miserable.</strong><br />
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I have found so many new opportunities that I didn't even know were possible. I have met my heroes, fallen in and of love, started my own business, and forged connections and developed communities that have nurtured and supported me in ways I couldn't have imagined.<br />
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<strong>By enjoying the journey, I have found lessons in every moment.</strong><br />
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Each passing minute is a new chance to learn something. It's an opportunity to take a risk, make a friend, try something different, ask a question. Our lives are collections of these minutes and they tell a story. They are our journey and I thank you for taking my journey with me.<br />
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Your support of this blog has been amazing. I appreciate every kind word or thought you've shared as I've worked my way through these past 30 days. I am grateful for your time and energy. Thank you.<br />
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Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. Bring it on.<br />
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Courtney<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-86011648293427279732014-02-18T18:26:00.000-08:002014-12-11T11:46:28.013-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 29 - Just Do It)<strong>Sometimes you just have to do something. </strong><br />
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For the last few months, I've been in a hibernation of sorts. I have let my own personal work fall to the wayside and indulged myself in frivolous pastimes as a means to avoid it. I needed the break but eventually <a href="http://bit.ly/MTsny5">I had to keep my promises.</a> I'd made promises to my board, to my friends, to my partners. And I will admit, I just didn't want to keep them. I was at a point where I wanted to relinquish my responsibilities and just disappear into banality.<br />
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<strong>Then someone reminded me to just do it.</strong><br />
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Sometimes there is no motivation. Sometimes there is no inspiration. Sometimes you just don't want to. It's so tempting to surrender to nothingness. And we all know the difference between "I'm burned out and need rest" and "I just don't want to." It's easy to create excuses to conflate the two, but ultimately we cannot give in to apathy. We cannot always wait to be ready.<br />
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<strong>More often than we admit, we must act before we are ready. Though we are a day late and a dollar short, we must deliver anyway.</strong><br />
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I was imperfect. I was unprepared. I fell short. I delivered anyway. And I'm not here to tell you that in the end my motivation showed up. I'm here to tell you that it doesn't matter whether my inspiration shows up or not, I'm going to do the work anyway. Because I have a job to do. I have goals to meet. I have promises to keep, <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171621">and miles to go before I sleep...</a><br />
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Courtney<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-10092039171695594842014-02-17T15:01:00.000-08:002014-12-11T11:48:29.709-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 28 - Sometimes Words Fail You)I am running out of words to express rage. I am actually scared because I don't even feel rage the same. It's a low rumble iin my stomach now. A simmering that is so constant that I only really acknowledge it when it flares, like a sports injury that only hurts when its cold. The damage is done, but you learn to live with it somehow.<br />
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<strong>That's how I feel after the verdict for the killer of Jordan Davis.</strong><br />
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I'm out of words. I'm glad it's not my job to write, because I would fail. I want to scream and cry and just fall asleep. Luckily, there are people who are better at this than me. Who can take that rage and communicate it effectively. <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/ta-nehisi-coates/">Ta-Nehisi Coates is one such person.</a> He has written amazing things on a variety of topics, but I want to share highlights.<br />
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From <em><a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2014/02/black-boy-interrupted/283881/">Black Boy Interrupted</a></em><br />
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And this will happen again, must happen again, because our policy is color-blind, but our heritage isn't. An American courtroom claiming it can be colorblind denies its rightful inheritance. An American courtroom claiming it can be colorblind is a drug addict claiming he can walk away after just one more hit. </blockquote>
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From <em><a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2014/02/on-the-killing-of-jordan-davis-by-michael-dunn/283870/">On the Killing of Jordan Davis by Michael Dunn</a></em><br />
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I insist that the irrelevance of black life has been drilled into this country since its infancy, and shall not be extricated through the latest innovations in Negro Finishing School. I insist that racism is our heritage, that Thomas Jefferson's genius is no more important than his plundering of the body of Sally Hemmings, that George Washington's abdication is no more significant than his wild pursuit of Oney Judge.</blockquote>
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From <em><a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2013/07/trayvon-martin-and-the-irony-of-american-justice/277782/">Trayvon Martin and the Irony of American Justice</a></em><br />
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I have seen nothing within the actual case presented by the prosecution that would allow for a stable and unvacillating belief that George Zimmerman was guilty.<br />That conclusion should not offer you security or comfort. It should not leave you secure in the wisdom of our laws. On the contrary, it should greatly trouble you. But if you are simply focusing on what happened in the court-room, then you have been head-faked by history and bought into a idea of fairness which can not possibly exist.</blockquote>
<br />My words have failed me. I am glad his did not.<br />
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Courtney<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-16242253312573284312014-02-16T14:02:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.300-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 27 - Recognize Your Safe Spaces)<p>The world is hard. It is also beautiful and fulfilling, but there's no shortage of hard. And I've mentioned before the <a href="http://bit.ly/1dHjuwm">importance of rest and recharging</a>, and I want to take it one step further.</p><br /><p><strong>You have to create a safe space. A place that gives you peace and perspective.</strong></p><br /><p>Most of my safe spaces are edible. My favorite safe space is oysters, preferable $1, and a beer.</p><br /><p>I love seafood, and I didn't have an oyster until I was 24. Where I grew up, fresh seafood was hard to find. Fresh oysters don't travel well, and frankly I didn't trust the places who offered them where I was. From afar, oysters seemed like the ultimate in East Coast indulgence - a signifier of an urban, sophisticated life I didn't have access to. Oysters were a metaphoric brass ring that I couldn't reach; one of those symbols we all create to represent a goal in our lives. Then I ate one and discovered a new safe space.</p><br /><p><strong>This city is hard and without a space of your own, metaphoric or not, it just gets harder. </strong></p><br /><p>When I ate that first oyster (and the many, many, many, since), I was able to put my choices into perspective. It was a marker of sorts: I was holding in my hand something that previously felt unattainable. When I am overwhelmed, having oysters and a beer reminds me of the work it took to get here. It reminds of the choices I made. It allows me to indulge. And, frankly, it's just delicious. It is something that makes me feel good whether I'm alone or with all of my friends. It's a place I feel safe.</p><br /><p><strong>Create a space that is just yours, even if it's a short activity. It's worth its weight in gold.</strong></p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-27177073402828841242014-02-15T14:41:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.309-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 26 - Let People Love You)<p>This might seem contradictory to yesterday's post, but I promise it is not. You should, by all means, fight for the love you deserve. Definitely don't settle. However, when someone is offering you the love you want, let them.</p><br /><p><strong>The world doesn't tell you how scary it is to be given real love.</strong></p><br /><p>When someone loves you fully, it can be terrifying. It's actually why the hardest question in the world for me to answer is my mother asking me "How are you?" There's so much love in that question it's scary, and it forces me to assess how I'm actually feeling every time. More than once, I've been surprised at my own answer.</p><br /><p><strong>Real love forces you to see yourself honestly - and sometimes shows you how you're not measuring up.</strong></p><br /><p>As I said yesterday, love is both feeling and action. It is fairly common to be experiencing one or the other at any given moment. It is when both are present that you can fully understand the power of it all. Real love is as terrifying to give as it is to receive. It makes you vulnerable. It leaves you open. But it also lets you create a truly genuine connection. It is worth fighting for and worth keeping. </p><br /><p><strong>Let people love you. Work to be worthy of it. And love genuinely in return.</strong></p><br /><p>When you have fought for the love you deserve, surrender to its power.</p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-52225839523528043772014-02-14T10:43:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.337-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 25 - Fight For the Love You Deserve)<p>I love hard, always have. I make very serious and deep connections with people. I love actively and wholly and passionately. I say "I love you" several times a day to several people and I mean it every time. For me, an abundance of love does not diminish its value: the more love I give, the more I see love in the world. That is sometimes difficult for the people I love to get - I don't just feel love, I try to enact love at every opportunity.</p><br /><p><strong><a href="http://bit.ly/1ipOYMV">Love as action is even stronger than love as a feeling.</a></strong></p><br /><p>I have been in a romantic relationship for 11 of the last 14 years. It's a number I keep repeating because it gets no less staggering to me whenever I say it. Over a third of my entire life has been spent committed to someone else. That's time I can't get back, and it's, frankly, time I don't want back. It taught me how I love and what I need to feel love. That time helped me learn to love myself, and is driving me to stay focused on love's role in my life outside of a romantic relationship. Love is limitless, and there are many ways to cultivate it in life.</p><br /><p><strong>People who say they love you but can't show they love you, aren't for you.</strong></p><br /><p>I won't presume to tell others what they feel, because I know feelings aren't actions. People are imperfect, so we can't always show what we are feeling effectively. However, anyone who constantly says they love you but doesn't show you that love in their actions isn't for you. Real love is both action and feeling: you deserve that. We all deserve that.</p><br /><p><strong>Love hard in both action and feeling; fight for the same in return.</strong></p><br /><p>I will leave you with two of my favorite love songs. Take today and celebrate the multitude of ways love is present in your life.</p><br /><p><iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/gUAuZ2qWvsk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p><br /><p><iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/xm4wAmsGyN0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br /><p> </p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-34384306838148648352014-02-13T12:56:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.317-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 24 - Read Everything)<p>Words are amazing. I love them. You can use them to communicate so much. They can hurt, uplift, soothe, instruct, transform. The words that are chosen in any given medium confer more than just meaning, they confer tone, location, history. Each word carries with it connotation, denotation, and context. What a word means is what we all understand it to mean based on the information we have at any given moment. The more information we have, the deeper the meaning.</p><br /><p><strong>By reading everything, you understand how malleable words are and, therefore, how malleable concepts are.</strong></p><br /><p><a href="http://bit.ly/1eAShMU">As I've stated before</a>, systems are everywhere. Those systems are largely communicated through what is written down. The more one reads, the more one understands the various systems at play. I use that in my work as a theater artist and as a person: when we choose to tell one story, what are the stories we aren't telling? By devouring multiple perspectives from various sources, it's possible to obtain clarity about how all of our various identities intersect.</p><br /><p><strong>Reading is practical.</strong></p><br /><p>I am someone who reads instruction manuals and fine print. I will admit that there are several EULA's that I've never glanced at, but I, more often than not, read anything put in front of me. I read contracts, and cereal boxes, and old magazines at the doctor's,and anything that has words on it and is still in front of my eyeballs. And I am amazed at the number of times it's given me an edge to read information hidden in plain sight. </p><br /><p><strong>Reading is also just plain fun.</strong></p><br /><p>A good book is worth its weight in gold. It transports us to a far off place while simultaneously revealing our inner most thoughts. Good books reveal something about our lives, fictional or not. They allow us to compound our collective experience. They stretch the bounds of what is possible. Books are powerful and we become even more powerful with the knowledge.</p><br /><p><strong>Read often, read everything.</strong></p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-62131988151453826532014-02-13T12:38:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.355-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 24 - Sometimes A Song Says It All)<p><br mce_bogus="1"></p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-53755704856119994542014-02-12T15:20:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.345-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 23 - Let Other People Have The Floor)<p><iframe src="http://embed.ted.com/talks/lang/en/maya_penn_meet_a_young_entrepreneur_cartoonist_designer_activist.html" width="640" height="360" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe></p><br /><p><strong>When you let other people tell their stories, you are apt to learn a bit about your own.</strong></p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-53049169076462186982014-02-11T18:54:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.342-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 22 - Art Changes Lives)<p>I have considered myself an artist for as long as I can remember. I have danced, sung (badly), acted, and directed with some regularity since I was 3-years-old. I have always appreciated the role of art in my life and I am grateful to have had a support system that made those experiences possible.</p><br /><p><strong>I say, without hesitation, that art changed my life.</strong></p><br /><p>This is not a story about how I was on a wayward path and art redeemed me. I am very much a product of a middle-class, stable, two-parent home with access to some of the best resources one could find. No, this is a story about how art (specifically theater) gave me purpose. At twelve years old, I read <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Colored-Girls-Considered-Suicide-Rainbow/dp/0684843269/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1392331362&sr=1-1&keywords=for+colored+girls">For Colored Girls...</a> </em>and experienced a defining moment. I read these words</p><br /><blockquote><br /><p><strong>i found god in myself</strong></p><br /><p><strong>& i loved her/ i loved her fiercely</strong></p><br /></blockquote><br /><p>and my life was different. Middle-school me fully understood the type of woman I wanted to be, even if I couldn't articulate it. Wanting to be in an environment where those words could be written became my goal. Seventeen years later, I still repeat those words to myself to remind myself of why I do any of the various things I do. And while Ms. Shange did not write those words for me, her writing them at all is a testament to the potential power of art. Those words traveled ten years and a thousand miles to change my life. I believe I would have built an ok life had I not read those words, but I know it would have been a lot harder and much less fulfilling.</p><br /><p><strong>The impact of the arts is both tangible and immeasurable.</strong></p><br /><p>It's easy to feel the need to quantify the arts: dollars raised, dollars spent, dollars generated, jobs given, tourists attracted, etc. And to the people who can make that argument, keep at it. That, however, is not the only value needed. Art is like water - it is difficult to contain and devastating in its absence. Art nourishes us even when we think we don't need it. All art reminds us that the line between possible and impossible isn't fixed - art showed us that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communicator_(Star_Trek)">today's communicator is tomorrow's cell phone.</a></p><br /><p><strong>Respect the power of art to transform people, places, concepts, and limitations.</strong></p><br /><p>Art changes lives. I know it changed mine.</p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br /><p> </p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-30266455864703852082014-02-10T09:09:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.313-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 21 - Don't Be So Hard On Yourself)<p>Recently, a very good friend reminded me very poignantly that I was driving myself insane. I was creating impossible standards, feeling pressure to meet said standards, resenting the standards, and then beating myself up for not meeting them. It was decidedly not awesome.</p><br /><p><strong>Doing your best and striving for perfection is great; beating yourself up when you fall short is not. </strong></p><br /><p>I am a very driven person. I always have been. I also have difficulty finishing the things I start - if it falters in some way, I am likely to believe it is (or I am) somehow unworthy. They say close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, but that's just not true. We all fall short. We all fail. But that doesn't mean what we've done is invalid. It simply means it was not perfect, and that's fine.</p><br /><p><strong>If you can forgive another's failures, you can forgive your own.</strong></p><br /><p>This same friend pointed out that I was giving leeway to others that I wasn't allowing for myself. I was trying to adhere to a standard that I wouldn't even enforce. She said "give yourself the minimum consideration you'd give someone you care about." Because I am someone I care about. We should always treat ourselves as we'd treat someone else we love.</p><br /><p><strong>Strive often, take care of yourself always.</strong></p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-7084028415343060122014-02-09T15:31:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.365-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 20 - Goodbyes are Hard)<p>Last night, I got to attend a farewell-for-now party for one of my newest friends in NYC. It was the third such farewell in four days; the sixth farewell in the last month. The goodbye party is a NYC staple - this city is a beautiful revolving door.</p><br /><p><strong>Goodbyes are hard but necessary.</strong></p><br /><p>Getting to see so many people prepare for and make graceful exits, I can't help but contemplate the nature of goodbyes. Why does it take a promise of prolonged absence for some folks to get their stuff together? At each goodbye, there is a reconciling of sorts, both within the person leaving and those surrounding him/her. There's a conscious decision to create a marker, of sorts, and assess where we all are at that particular moment.</p><br /><p><strong>If you can say goodbye, you should. It's the ones you couldn't say that you'll regret the most.</strong></p><br /><p>Each goodbye party I've gone to recently has been just that, a party. It's been people leaving to make bold, new choices in their lives and venture off into bigger and better things. Each event has been filled with love and laughter. They've been good and I am thankful. I recognize that there are times when goodbyes aren't so easy, or clean-cut, joyful, or planned. Some goodbyes are permanent. Some are sudden. All are hard.</p><br /><p>In the next few weeks two of my closest friends will be leaving the city and I will miss them terribly. They join the ranks of many more who are off to new adventures. To all of you, near and far, I'm happy to know you and to have shared space with you, no matter how briefly. Travel safe now and always. Drop me a line when you can.</p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br /><p>ETA: I wrote this and then read my amazing friend <a href="http://killerfemme.com/2014/02/10/goodbye-to-all-of-you-who-want-to-go/">Eleanor's blog about a similar subject.</a> Read it too.</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-49826502850163430452014-02-08T10:00:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.334-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 19 - The Elephant and The String)<p>Every so often, I think of <a href="http://ceo.ca/2012/09/13/classic-fable-the-elephant-and-the-string/">this story:</a></p><br /><p><em>On the day a new elephant is born, the training method of East Asian “mahouts” has been to tie one end of a thick rope to the elephant’s neck or leg, and the other to a stake planted deeply in the ground.<br /></em></p><br /><p><em>From birth the young elephant struggles and fights to free itself, day after day, month after month, and year after year. But the overwhelming rope eventually conquers the young elephant, as at some point in it’s life, it gives up, stops resisting, and stops fighting. From that day forth, the trainer replaces the thick rope with a thin string, and the elephant continues living under the belief that it cannot defeat the rope.</em></p><br /><p><em>Whenever the elephant feels the familiar tightening of the string (albeit much softer), it is reminded of the rope, and gently moves back to the center of it’s radius. </em></p><br /><p>It makes question: what are the behaviors we repeat just because they are familiar? How are we limiting ourselves based on out-of-date "lessons" and experiences? What are the "rules" we follow just because they are the rules we've always followed?</p><br /><p><strong>Often our strongest chains are self-constructed.</strong></p><br /><p>There are real limitations in the world. It is impossible to do or be everything. Few us ever even test those limits. We let past experiences color our present reality and don't take enough time to reconsider whether that coloring is valid. We don't consider whether the thick rope has been replaced with a thin string while we weren't paying attention. We become our own zookeepers and forget to check if the gate is locked.</p><br /><p><strong>Understanding your limits is one thing: being ruled by them is entirely different.</strong></p><br /><p>Every once in a while pull at the strings that hold you. Tap at that glass ceiling. Make sure the closed door in front of you is actually locked. As <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marianne_Williamson">Marianne Williamson</a> put it,</p><br /><blockquote><br /><p><strong>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. </strong>It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same.<strong> As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.</strong></p><br /></blockquote><br /><p> </p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-75957203551189452972014-02-07T09:15:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.368-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 18 - Be Surprising)<p>Sometimes we get so comfortable in who we are, where we work, who we love, that we hit a rut. We keep doing the same things and keep getting the same results. We start to think that just because this is what we've been doing, this is all we can do.</p><br /><p><strong>Surprise yourself every once in a while.</strong></p><br /><p>I am not particularly competitive, but I HATE to be underestimated. <em>HATE IT</em>. I will lose with the best of them, but the second someone takes my loss as a foregone conclusion, I effectively lose my cool. And I make it a personal challenge to not underestimate myself - there is not a finite amount of awesome in the universe, so we can all be great. There is no way for you to know all of the things you're great at until you try all of the things. </p><br /><p><strong>Everyone has to do everything for the first time.</strong></p><br /><p>Everybody was a <a href="http://youtu.be/RlpPsQaH2GQ">three-year-old.</a> There was a moment when the entire world was big and scary. For some reason, as we learn more we start to think that the world gets less big and less scary. We start to think we know all we need to know or that we can do everything we would ever need to do.</p><br /><p>We stop surprising ourselves.</p><br /><p>We stop expecting more from ourselves.</p><br /><p>We stop asking others to expect more from us.</p><br /><p>We stop expecting more from others.</p><br /><p>We get stuck. We get complacent.</p><br /><p>Surprise someone today with an honest admission out of the blue; surprise yourself by trying something new; listen to music you've never heard before; watch something you've never seen; do a task at your job differently; ask the person furthest away from you something about their day.</p><br /><p><strong>Expand your idea of who you think you are so that you can become who you're meant to be.</strong></p><br /><p>Remember that you are capable of doing anything at least as well as a three-year-old and they do more new things than you everyday.</p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-45150290909482895232014-02-06T14:01:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.327-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 17 - People Are Complicated)<p>There have been plenty of days recently where I've looked at my life and just thought "I am a mess."</p><br /><p>And I am. </p><br /><p>But I am also happy, and lonely, and excited about the future, and terrified about the future, and worried I will fail at something, and amazed that I've gotten this far, and in love with my job, and tired of my job, and grateful that I made it out of Saginaw while wishing I could crawl into my mother's bed at this very moment.</p><br /><p>See? Mess.</p><br /><p><strong>People are complicated and messy and that's just fine.</strong></p><br /><p>This is not an excuse for me to wallow in whatever space I choose to be in at the moment. Nor is it a call to excuse people who are unreliable or mistreat you. It is a call to recognize that everyone has mess, and one day that mess will show. Someone will miss a deadline, someone will forget to call you back, someone won't be there when you need them. And most of the time they won't be able to tell you why. </p><br /><p><strong>People are equally capable of greatness and awfulness. They are also frequently executing some degree of both at the same time.</strong></p><br /><p>As I touched on in <a href="http://bit.ly/1iHRMYr">Day 8</a>, the things that make us great can also make us awful. That's why I love complicated hero stories - most of us are complicated heroes in our own lives. I know great members of their communities who are awful spouses; I know brilliant thinkers with no communication skills; I know talented artists who refuse to read anything longer than paragraph; and I am a truly awesome person who will be 15 minutes late to almost anything you invite me to.</p><br /><p><strong>When we accept the imperfections in ourselves and others, it's easier to improve them because you're no longer fighting them.</strong></p><br /><p>People are messy. They will disappoint you. You will disappoint yourself. Forgive them. Forgive you. Do better next time. </p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-7891311826393221152014-02-05T08:51:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.374-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 16 - Details Matter)<p>Nuance is a wondrous thing. It is actually one of my favorite things. Nuance is the difference between loving and being in love; between hate and anger; between better and best. For me, nuance is the space where the truth lives - the details tell the story.</p><br /><p><strong>Details matter. Full stop.</strong></p><br /><p><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=philip+seymour+hoffman&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS495US495&oq=philip+seymour+hoffman&aqs=chrome..69i57.7169j0j4&sourceid=chrome&espv=210&es_sm=93&ie=UTF-8">Philip Seymour Hoffman</a> <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=dylan+farrow&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS495US495&oq=dylan+farrow&aqs=chrome..69i57.4577j0j4&sourceid=chrome&espv=210&es_sm=93&ie=UTF-8">Dylan Farrow</a> <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=janet+mock%2Fpiers+morgan&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS495US495&oq=janet+mock%2Fpiers+morgan&aqs=chrome..69i57.432j0j1&sourceid=chrome&espv=210&es_sm=93&ie=UTF-8">Janet Mock/Piers Morgan</a></p><br /><p>Each of the multiple stories attached to those links is screaming for nuance. Addiction, incest/sexual assault, and gender-identity are issues that can't be discussed without the details. Yet we all try. We all make judgements based on the information we think we have. So many of the posts on any platform I've seen about the above topics begin "Well, that's not what I would have done..." "If I was there, I would have seen..." "The facts clearly show..." The truth is the "facts" rarely show everything. And "facts" don't always lead to the correct conclusion. For example:</p><br /><p>It is a fact that the sun is hot. It is also a fact that were I to touch the sun*, I would disintegrate based on the previous fact. Therefore, based on those facts, the sun could be considered a threat worth destroying. Facts aren't conclusions and shouldn't be confused as such. </p><br /><p><strong>When you remove details, you change the narrative. One person's "detail" is another person's crux.</strong></p><br /><p>This becomes particularly important when dealing with marginalized communities. It is the repeated dismissal of the details of our existence that marginalizes us. The details of a marginalized group's struggle are always inconvenient to the dominant group. And if you are talking to someone about their story, don't police their narrative based on your experience.</p><br /><p><strong>When it is not your story, you don't get to decide which details are important.</strong></p><br /><p>Listen more. The details matter.</p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br /><p>*I realize this would happen before I got anywhere near touching it, but c'est la vie.</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-58295300685623518392014-02-04T09:59:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.348-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 15 - Feelings Aren't Actions)<p>I am having lots of feelings recently - an action-packed six months of change will do that to a person. However, I constantly struggle with what to do with those feelings. As an <a href="https://www.personalitypage.com/ENFP.html">ENFP</a>*, my</p><br /><blockquote><br /><p>primary mode of living is focused externally, where I take things in primarily via intuition. My secondary mode is internal, where I deal with things according to how I feel about them, or how they fit in with my personal value system." -</p><br /></blockquote><br /><div id="_mcePaste"><a href="https://www.personalitypage.com/ENFP.html">Portrait of an ENFP - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving (Extraverted Intuition with Introverted Feeling)</a></div><br /><div> </div><br /><p>In other words, I act because I feel. Sometimes, I don't know how I'm feeling until I look at what I'm doing. If I'm avoiding something, I probably feel ambivalent, scared, or unprepared. If I'm reaching out to someone, I'm feeling lonely or in need of connection. If I'm not motivated to do much of anything, I'm exhausted or burned out. As a result, it is difficult for me to separate my feelings from my actions and that can lead to trouble.</p><br /><p><strong>Recognizing that feelings aren't actions empowers me to understand them separately.</strong></p><br /><p>Not every feeling deserves an action. Louis CK touches on this in the below video, but we as humans tend to do things to avoid sitting in our feelings. And sometimes feeling the feeling is all the action we need. </p><br /><p><iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/5HbYScltf1c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p><br /><p>Asking "Am I doing this thing because I want to do it or because I'm having a feeling?" allows us all to minimize our negative actions and get in touch with what we're feeling. The answers aren't easy or instant, but taking the moment to reflect and ask the question creates an opportunity to ensure the consequences of your actions are the consequences you want.</p><br /><p><strong>Feelings don't have consequences, the actions we take as a result of those feelings do.</strong></p><br /><p>You can be angry at someone without yelling; you can be attracted to someone without acting on it; you can be sad without hurting yourself. When we turn those feelings into actions that we can't take back, trouble happens. And that's not always a negative: break up with someone who makes you feel terrible; tell someone whom you can't stop thinking about how you feel; indulge in a guilty pleasure that makes you happy. This is not a call for inaction - it is a request to recognize that your feelings are not your actions. Each should be acknowledged and considered as separate parts of the whole. As a particular friend is tired of hearing me say,</p><br /><p><strong>Feel your feelings. Act in your best interest.</strong></p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br /><p>*P.S. This is a really accurate description of me (or how I see myself, at least), in case you were wondering.</p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448918309683676168.post-59531284673694460462014-02-03T13:06:00.000-08:002014-12-11T10:13:07.352-08:00Countdown to 30: 30 days, 30 Lessons (Day 14 - Keep Your Promises)<p>I promised you thirty lessons in thirty days, and that's what I'm giving. I missed this weekend, but instead of skipping them, had to catch up because it is important to me to keep my promises. Simply:</p><br /><p><strong>Keep the promises you make, and only make promises you can keep.</strong></p><br /><p>It is surprisingly hard to not over promise. I know I do it all of the time, and it is a struggle I consistently fight. It becomes easier to just tell someone you'll give them what they want, even if you can't. We all do it because it's simpler than saying "I am not able to give that to you." </p><br /><p><strong>It is an act of bravery to admit what you can't do.</strong></p><br /><p>Managing expectations is a job in itself. And we all want to be the hero - the person who saves the day and over-delivers. However, we as human beings are fallible and have limited capacity. Only we know our limits, and we have to be able to communicate them to maintain trust. In short:</p><br /><p><strong>Make fewer promises. Make truer promises.</strong></p><br /><p>Seventeen more days.</p><br /><p>Courtney</p><br /><p> </p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14876684866347134802noreply@blogger.com1