I’m just going to jump right into this because I have a lot of content planned for the weeks to come.
We need female characters of all colours and creeds who are grounded and relatable. Who can lose and get knocked down. Who can overcome adversity but still struggle to get up. We need female characters who can drastically impact story. We need some weak female characters. Weak female characters, weak as in flawed, are strong female characters. Write woman who can be physically strong and intelligent but have them act and react in the world instead of following behind the footsteps of male leads. Too often do you create characters who are [X] and nothing else but that. Write female characters who are three-dimensional. Have them look like my mom and sister. Make them your leads. Make them protagonists.
Woman work just as hard, if not harder, in your male dominated industry. Pay female actors equally to the male co-stars.
Despite the Ripleys, Furiosas and Diana Princes, women are still objectified and sidelined in a lot of your movies. As of right now you still have a lot of progress to do both on and off the screen. So please Hollywood, get to work.
Song of the Week is something new I want to start on 4therace where every week I’ll share one song that I couldn’t get out of my head for the past seven days. With the intentions to reach out to other music lovers and possibly introduce readers to genres they aren’t familiar with, I hope to start some music based discussions on my blog.
So, for my first ever Song of the Week I would like to introduce the “Main Title” in Clint Eastwood’s film Changeling.
Changeling opens with a black and white shot overlooking a 1928 Los Angeles suburb. As colour slowly swells the screen, the brass and piano of Eastwood’s score began to cry evoking the feel of an old noir film. For a story about a single Mother’s desperate search for her only son, the “Main Title” sets the tone of the film perfectly. It’s a song that I now listen to when I write, relax, am feeling pensive, or want to unwind.
P.S. Go watch Changeling.
In all honesty, 4therace was never going to include posts on films and television. Nor was it going to be riddled of short essays, stories, or the occasional screenplay excerpt. Originally 4therace was made to discuss two obstacles I have had to deal with in my life, the first is living in a single parent home and the second is my anxiety. I wanted to build a community of individuals who have endured the same struggles hoping that my blog could help them. Not only did I want to help others, but I thought that by writing and expressing my social situation to the world I could help myself. Unfortunately, when 4therace was officially completed I “chickened out” and grew increasingly scared about how people would receive my story. I questioned if people would undermine my struggle or tell me it was blown way out of proportion. Fear stricken, I decided to scratch the personal side of my blog and write whatever was on my head at the time (I spawned The Pessimist’s Optimistic Way to Obtain World Peace). But this blog is called 4therace and I want to connect with all people of different colours, creeds and backgrounds. Humbly, I can say I’ve done quite well thus far but there is still room to expand and connect to more social groups. I think it’s time to come out of my shell, and finally write about what I originally intended to do in the summer of 2015. My anxiety.
Continue reading “The Story of My Anxiety”
Nearly a week has passed since U.S. law enforcement officers wrongfully killed the innocent Philando Castile and Alton Sterling. Barely half a week has passed since the Dallas sniper attack which resulted in the deaths of 5 police officers. Similar to all times of political conflict, the masses have been separated into the conservatives, those who do not wish to share their internal emotions with others, the activists, those who will typically march and peacefully protest their opinions, and the extremists, who are evidently the men who intentionally murdered white police officers.
Continue reading “We Can Find Peace on this Tumultuous Planet”
You are placed in a dark room with a complete stranger. You can’t see them, they can’t see you. In the darkness you begin to engage in conversation with he/she. They share the same interests, listen to the music you love, watched your favorite films, ; you absolutely love them. You are elated, entranced. Late nights staying up thinking whether you’ll find that one person on this planet who actually understands you have paid off, you have found them. They have possibly found you.
Continue reading “Don’t look at my shell, look at my bullet”