Oh, hi.
Because I made the choice to pursue theatre and film as a career, you will probably hear me discuss my victories, doubts, failures, and adventures in the industry.
I write lots of poetry and lots of personal essays. I'm also an aspiring and clueless novelist, thanks to several years of NaNoWriMo. I have a handful of books available on Amazon.
Knowledge is my drug of choice, and it has so intoxicated me that I've lost track of what other people do or do not find interesting. This occasionally makes social situations challenging. It also means that I watch a lot of documentaries, and you can find some of my recommendations here.
I am passionate about art and reading and typefaces and nature and education. I consider myself an intersectional feminist and a social justice warrior (even though some of these terms are becoming too buzzy to have meaning). I deal with depression and anxiety, and I occasionally share parts of that journey here.
Why am I naked but not stupid?
My childhood, circa 1988. I am three years old. I have just gotten out of the bath, and am running around in the buff, refusing clothing. Our close family friends are over, and at that age, we are like siblings. Jenalee, age 4, is playing while I evade getting dressed.
SOMEONE: Hey, Elisabeth! Put some clothes on, stupid!
(In retrospect, I don't know who on earth would have called me stupid, but that's how the story goes.)
JENALEE: She may be naked, but she's not stupid.
This quote was brought up again 8 years ago or so, and it seemed too perfect not to publish somehow. And here's the truth of it--I still don't like clothes. But I like to think I'm not stupid. And "The Intelligent Nudist" didn't quite have the same ring to it as a blog title.
Stick around. I'll probably recommend a documentary you might like.
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