Whoops. So this was a post I wasn’t really feeling and so I shelved it . . . for several weeks, apparently.
I guess I just don’t feel like whining anymore about Ageism than the world already is. Am I irritated by things like this?
Maggie Gyllenhaal said she was passed over for a role opposite a 55-year-old actor because she was too old – at 37. It’s part of a long, inglorious Hollywood tradition . . .
Ageism is a major issue for women in Hollywood—Amy Schumer addressed the point in a skit, Maggie Gyllenhaal and others have been candid about it in interviews. But how soon you’re considered an “old” actress is startling. Anne Hathaway, just 32, told Glamour UK, she’s already losing roles to younger girls . . .
. . . any compliment about Han Solo and Leia appearing to be an “age-appropriate” couple seem strange, given the 15-year age gap between the two actors (Harrison Ford turned 73 this past July). That age gap theoretically wouldn’t be a problem, except it doesn’t appear in a vacuum — it’s part of a larger trend in Hollywood casting. This trend is so pervasive that even a 15-year gap seems somehow progressive.
Why, yes now that you mention it, such utter horseshit DOES want me to put my hand through a wall. But then there are things like this . . .
“I said, ‘Do you want to go take a flying leap?’”
So much for the saying, you might as well be dead in Hollywood if you’re a woman over 40.
It would be nice if this wasn’t notable, but it is. And it’s awesome.
I lie vehemently about my age (it’s one of the only things I DO lie about), but it’s safe to say I am no longer 29. And I don’t care. Twenty-nine Me was a different Me than Me now. She was right where she needed to be at 29, and I am right where I need to be now.
And where I am now is writing an online sci-fi novel about a chick who discovers she has superpowers . . . at age 41.
I only have one and a half chapters done so far. Don’t judge.
I shall end with the extremely eloquent Hellen Mirren.
See you at Day 10.