I’m a Bitch, I’m a Lover, I’m a Child, I’m a… well, while I’ve not yet conceived, birthed, adopted, or otherwise parented in the legal or biological sense of the word, I certainly maintain a motherly role most of the time, be it to my friends, boyfriend (oy), co-workers, or whoever. The url for this blog (as you may have noticed) is “Michelle The Entertainer”. Upon selecting my URL I could have gone many ways; but what did I want to write about? What would people want to read about? What could I write that wouldn’t piss people off and get me into trouble?Back in the Live Journal days, I had a juicy little public diary, documenting my every love and loss, my every tear and joy, my every dream achieved and crushed like a bug as I made my way through what seemed like every bachelor in Manhattan (eligible or otherwise). Sounds a little like “Sex In The City”, you may think. Well, I had never seen that show until WELL into the good parts of my blog, and I didn’t ever try to emulate it once I had seen it. My life was just THAT awful, err, I mean interesting, I mean it was a mess. And my followers seemed to salivate, waiting for the next installment of the ridiculousness. The thing was, in documenting all the gossip, even using codenames and speaking in metaphors, I always seemed to burn a bridge. I’d often get myself in trouble with a friend, romantic prospect, roommate, and god knows who else. So I stopped. I stopped documenting all the gory details. Or I’d lock the good entries, so that only people I trusted could read them. The problem then was that my friends needed an account themselves to read my entries. I lost more and more followers as I was able to disclose less and less information, and the few posts I made public grew more vague and cryptic as time went on.Since then I’ve tried a couple of theme blogs. Travel. Love. Personal Musings. But my life is more eclectic than just one of those things. “Michelle The Entertainer.” I’m a working Musician. An Actor, looking for a way in (though I seem to have taken a wrong turn down the Road to Perdition). A frustrated Victim of the United States’ Great Collegiate Scam (it should be illegal to charge that much for a college education, much less allow a poor 17 year old immigrant’s child to agree to that kind of debt, ESPECIALLY for an arts degree). I’m opinionated. I’m open-minded. I’m my parent’s child, and yet so different. I love stuff. I can read people extremely well and understand a great deal of their psychology upon a first meeting. Some have called me “The Gay Whisperer”.
But again, What could I write about that wouldn’t burn a bridge or cause a WHOLE lot of unnecessary drama. A typical Aquarius, I’m able to edit myself objectively. However as an honest, uninhibited progressive, I’ve of course found trouble in what I consider to be mild “non issues” by those who may not be so open-minded. Prohibition much?
So what the hell is this shit, you may ask. “Michelle The Entertainer.” Well, with American Idol and the Kardashians making Celebrity seem like such an accessible career, I’ve found, now more than ever, that there’s a serious misconception of what it’s like to be a professional entertainer. Daily, random outsiders with zero experience on a stage, in front of a camera, or even at an audition will advise me on how my industry works. They love to tell me what I “should” be doing. oh my god what an innovative idea I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Please, I don’t come into your office and tell you how to file or whatever. Especially as an actor/singer, but everyone just thinks they know better than you. I guess I can see that, of the “star” careers, acting and singing take less OBVIOUS study and skill. If you haven’t studied for years, you can’t just pick up a violin or sit at a piano and go to town. With out years of experience, training, study, and practice, you’d have a hard time being able to play at all. But since most people can talk, and enough can carry a tune, being an actor or a singer would SEEM to be easy enough. As if I just woke up one day and decided I’d have a band today. Not that it took any preparation, practice, homework, or experience or anything. And the $150,000 I spent (and continue to pay) for college training, and private voice lessons since the age of eight, not to mention resume full of work on stage, off stage, and on camera… the nearly 20 years of classes and field work… means NOTHING, because apparently Joe the Plumber knows what I “should” be doing for my acting career. And he should know, he watches The Bachelor.
So, hopefully without pissing too many people off, this blog will be a testament of an Entertainer. What we ACTUALLY do. And everything in between.