An Open Letter to Sony

Dear Sony,

You’ve had it pretty bad the past couple of months, what with that hacking that exposed your practices as insulting and rude to many actors. Not to mention the travesty of racism and ill-humor that was The Interview. You’ve got a lot of ground to make up, though perhaps some people don’t care about your practices as long as they’re entertained. I’m not one of those people. Yesterday, it was announced that you would be making a “all-guy” version of Ghostbusters, as a companion piece to the female-led film that has already been announced.

Wait, isn’t there already an all-male version of Ghostbusters? Yes! The original, made in 1984, over 30 years ago. While the original has its own flaws in ignoring women, it can, potentially, be forgiven as having an outdated view of equality. But this is 2015. The age of the internet has created a generation of people who have access to all sorts of information, and therefore, a broader view of the world, including equality. What is equality? It’s women not being treated like objects, as motivation for a man. So why couldn’t you give us this one thing? One movie with three female leads that aren’t fighting over a man? Why did you have to swoop in and undercut any goodwill that might have come your way?

Were there men beating down your door and crying about inequality because, God forbid, something not be about them? Is it an “experiment” that will prove (I’m guessing because people as a herd are not that intelligent) that male-led comedies perform better? A direct comparison. Well, good for you. You took a good thing and made it a competition. No one ever wins in competitions like these.

I am supremely disappointed that you didn’t even bother to give it a chance. Instead, you swooped in, whether out of greed or out of fear of man-tears, and tore it apart. To me, you proved that you don’t care about women. You’ve said that you don’t believe a female-led comedy can survive, despite the fact that the top original screenplays in the past few years (we’re not counting sequels or ‘based on’ movies) have been female-led comedies. Stop undervaluing your female audience. Women go to see movies. They only see so many male-led movies because that’s all there is to see. You can’t say that women don’t see movies with women if there are none.

Women make up 50% of the population; they’re the primary spenders in the household; they take care of families and hold down full-time jobs and still get judged on whatever choices they make.

It may be 2015, but it feels like 1920. Am I still allowed to wear pants? Can I work outside the home? Or will that upset someone? People are always going to be upset, but learning your own values makes you resilient. I’m not afraid to say what I think about your actions, that I find it insulting and demeaning that you have no faith. Let us have one thing. Your company will not fall. In fact, you may even gain new viewers.

I will NOT be going to see the male version of Ghostbusters. I see no redeeming factors in its creation, and you, Sony, have fallen further than I thought you could after The Interview and the hacking revelations. If I was religious, I might pray for you, but I’m not, so I won’t.

Harriet the Spy: A Lesson in Messages

The other day, I sat down and watched Harriet the Spy on Netflix. Now, I literally have not seen this movie since 1996, when I saw it in the theater. I vividly remember seeing it in theaters for two reasons: 1) I saw it with my grandparents, probably the first and only movie I ever saw in theaters with them, and 2) before the movie, they played an episode of Hey Arnold, which would be premiering soon (it was the one where Arnold hits Harold with a baseball accidentally and then Helga spends the rest of the day stalking him and yelling, “Six hours and twenty-one minutes until you die!”). Anyway, so I watched Harriet, almost 20 years after the first time.

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Happy Birthday to the blog!

To be honest, we actually missed this blog’s birthday, which is sometime in January, but it’s close enough that we’ll still celebrate. 2015 marks four years I’ve been writing this blog. Admittedly, I haven’t always been very good at keeping it updated but four years on one project is nothing to sneeze at.

I started the blog as more of an author page. I did, at one point, have my own website, but the cost of upkeep and amount of returns were pretty uninspiring, so I changed over to a blog instead. I had never really intended for it to become a blog about writing or how to improve/change/inspire. The past three years, I’ve really changed it into something other than a resting place for information about my books. The information is still there, and since 2011, I’ve published my second novel, hosted a giveaway, and gained new followers and readers here, more than I ever imagined I would get when I started.

Mostly I’m proud that I’ve found something to write about for the past 4 years. It isn’t always easy to think up topics, and I don’t even post once a week. I can’t imagine how people do that. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my own writing and the fact that I’ve felt utterly uninspired for months. I’m not sure if it’s the drain on my time that caused it or simply burning out from the past few years. Hopefully the end of this month will mark a turning point in that regard.

In the meantime, here’s to four more years of blogging! I hope this blog has been of some help, or at least mild entertainment, to some of you!

An Exercise in Fantasy: If you won the lottery

The powerball lottery (at time of writing) is valued at $450 million, or a $304 million cash value. Now, I’m not one to buy lottery tickets. In fact, I’ve never bought a lottery ticket in my life, but I do occasionally fantasize what I would do if I were to win such an amount of money, so I thought for today’s blog post, we could do an exercise! If you won $300 million dollars, what would you do?

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The Red Dress

When I moved to France, back in 2010, it just so happened that my friend Matt was going to be in Wales at the same time, and since Wales and France were a lot closer than we were in the US, we made a plan to meet up. At that point, I’d known Matt almost five years though we had never met in person. It’s been a long time since the internet was a place your parents warned you about, though that doesn’t always mean your parents were wrong. It just means to be careful. After five year, though, I was fairly sure Matt wasn’t a serial killer. So we made a plan to meet up in Paris because who doesn’t want to say they have a rendez-vous in Paris?

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