On many occasions have I been the recipient of praise for my vested interest in being real. Real in the sense of being anti-bullshit, telling it exactly the way it is and pointing out the obvious for those who fail to do so with their own pair of eyes. However I also see myself as a comic relief in particular topics of our every day lives, whether that be pet hates or being ghosted by this new guy. Yes, I do know that my best pieces stem from online dating applications and I am well aware of how my blog suffers when I am in fact “off the Tinder“, so apologies for my intermittent pieces of fluff in between Tinder sessions. I’m going to go ahead and assume you’ve all skimmed your eyes over one or two of my fluffy opinionated pieces based loosely on some of our most controversial topics. I’ll be the first to admit the pieces I’ve written aren’t exactly of journalistic standards, but they do express my personality and provide insight into the more commonly spoken notions we deem controversial.
Over the duration of 2016, we have held our breaths, tasted the salty taste of our tears and mourned thousands. But now we look to repeat all of the previously mentioned actions with the clown himself sitting in one of the most powerful positions in the world. We all know of his bigotry ways and his immature responses in regards to almost every notion that is not of his own thought. We’ve had outpours of opinions from everyone and I can honestly say that people need to get off twitter, you cannot detail a passive aggressive piece in 150 characters. So when Meryl Streep spoke the other day at the 2017 Golden Globes, I was moved. Firstly, I don’t even know what it was that she was presented with, all I know is she won something and her acceptance speech was whole and spoken with such poise that it made an impact. But what I’ve come to note, is the duration it has taken for someone of such prestige to provide a voice to this history making moment America have voted for. For those who are yet to listen to her speech or to even read it, I have included it below;
Thank you very much. Thank you. Please sit down. Please sit down. Thank you. I love you all. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lost my voice in screaming and lamentation this weekend. And I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year. So I have to read.
Thank you, Hollywood foreign press. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said, you and all of us in this room, really, belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it: Hollywood, foreigners and the press. But who are we, and what is Hollywood, anyway? It’s just a bunch of people from other places. I was born and raised and educated in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, came up in Central Falls, Rhode Island. Sarah Paulson was born in Florida and raised by a single mom in Brooklyn.
Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids from Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Vicenza, Italy, and Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem — where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, raised in — no, in Ireland, I do believe, and she’s here, nominated for playing a small-town girl from Virginia. Ryan Gosling, like all the nicest people, is Canadian. And Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, is here for playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners. And if we kick them all out, you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.
They gave me three seconds to say this, so. An actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us and let you feel what that feels like. And there were many, many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that — breathtaking, compassionate work. There was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart. Not because it was good. There was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh and show their teeth. It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter. Someone he outranked in privilege, power and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it. I still can’t get it out of my head because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life.
And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing.
Disrespect invites disrespect. Violence incites violence. And when the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose. Okay. Go on with that thing.
This brings me to the press. We need the principled press to hold power to account, to call them on the carpet for every outrage. That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedoms in our Constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood foreign press and all of us in our community, to join me in supporting the Committee to Protect Journalists, because we’re going to need them going forward, and they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.
One more thing. Once when I was standing around on the set one day whining about something — we were going to work through supper, or the long hours or whatever — Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is. And we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be very proud of the work Hollywood honors here tonight. As my friend the dear departed Princess Leia said to me once, “Take your broken heart, make it into art.”
– Meryl Streep, 2017
Of course there was an immature response to be had by the clown himself, but I think narrowing his presidency down to Hollywood was an eye opener for some of our richest people. I know a lot of people are scared for what is to come, but what we do forget is the celebrities. Sure, they have cash, but Hollywood is a great collaboration of beauty and art that we combine from throughout the world. Can money buy you a happy residence in a treacherous country to be? If Trump sends people back to their home of origin, then we bid goodbye to Hollywood as we know it today. Heck, Australian movies could actually hit the box office for once if that’s the case!
As you can tell, I never had a plan for this piece of text. It’s simply a compilation of words that may or may not work together, much like my majors and minors for my up and coming studies. I mean studying secondary education and digital arts only to pile on a few minors in international studies and politics is a bit of an odd combination if I do say so myself but I am and have always been interested in the unfolding and escalation of terrorism and the workings behind extremists. In saying all of that, you really should dismiss my use of the word ‘politics’ before because I honestly have no knowledge of the parties. I don’t even know what a Liberal is from Labour or Republic from Democratic – I’m so far uneducated in that sector of my life.
There are flaws in every country and its laws, but you cannot bring a sense of order into a country by disposing of systems designed to help the people who do in fact make a country. Women, we make a country. I do think it is a very overlooked piece of truth, but all these world leaders came from a vagina, a nice cosy vagina. Yet almost every country fails to take into account a womans temple of a body once they reside in the top job. We as a world have fought for equality, I understand it contradicts with the notion of governments failing us women but I don’t understand why we have to pay tax on our sanitary items in Australia. We didn’t ask for a monthly menstrual cycle, it was given to us during the evolution of humans.
“So a woman is going to have a period for five days or so. A sanitary item can only been worn for four hours at most so she should go through roughly two packets per cycle. We can make $2.00 per female, per month. Let’s do it!” Simply disgusting. Why the fuck do we have to pay to help protect the clothing items and bedding to which we already paid tax for? Fucking dogs.
So since the clown has publically labelled Meryl Streep an overrated actress, I believe he does intend to note that every woman is overrated. The puzzle does come together in a perfect manner since he is also bringing planned parenthood to an end and sexualising women like it’s no big deal. We are overrated.
I’d like to summarise this whole piece, but it really is just a huge appraisal to Meryl and a shitshake to Donald Trump. I would note how much he deserves it, but it’s not like he’d read it. Furthermore, I would like to finish this piece with one little statement.
Donald, you came from a woman’s vagina. So overrated.