Last fall, I saw a little indie film called Liberal Arts in which the main character (Josh Radnor of How I Met Your Mother) and his college-age love interest (Elizabeth Olsen of Martha Marcy May Marlene) write letters to each other during their months apart. The young coed sends him mixes of her favorite classical composers, and he responds with handwritten words of wisdom from the authors of his favorite books.
I often wish that certain bands would just put aside their differences and get back together already. Since I was never able to see the flawless starting lineups of the Beatles, Queen and Nirvana (R.I.P Lennon, Harrison, Mercury and Cobain), I think that fractured groups with most members still alive and well should at least try bonding over some new jam sessions, at least for my own anxious 24-year-old peace of mind.
Jeff Mangum, David Byrne and Morrissey have all launched successful solo careers after the dissolution of their respective bands, and they don't necessarily need their former groups to write great songs on their own. Still, I hold on to the hope that they will one day reconcile with their long-lost mates and make beautiful music together again.
Lena Dunham and I have a lot in common.
OK, we’re not exactly alike. I don't share Dunham's much-maligned body type, and my mother is not a famous artist with a $2 million loft in TriBeCa. I also don’t co-write, direct or star in my own hit series on HBO (except for in my dreams) But in many ways, I consider Dunham to be a kindred spirit, or at least a wacky spirit guide for surviving my mid-twenties.
Her character on Girls, the awkward yet somehow endearing 24-year-old Hannah Horvath, is an aspiring writer trying to make it in New York after her parents cut her off financially. Replace Brooklyn with Logan Square, and that’s my life in a nutshell.
So, what happens when you fall somewhere in between? I'm way too nerdy to resist a marathon of Doctor Who or a midnight premiere of Harry Potter (in full costume, of course!) but I'm also not quite geeky enough to attend a robot convention or learn advanced Klingon.
When I was a film student at Columbia College Chicago, I had only one expectation on the first day of class each semester: I will be in the minority.
Sure enough, I'd walk in and see an overwhelming majority of dudes staring back at me, surprised by my femininity and clearly skeptical of my abilities as a director. In many of my classes, I was the only girl in the room.
Last weekend, Columbia College hosted a series of events in Park City, Utah for the opening of the 2013 Sundance Film Festival. This year, for the first time ever, half of the films in the U.S. Dramatic Competition were directed by women (8 out of 16, to be exact). I wonder if any female students were inspired by watching these films onscreen, knowing that at least eight more holes have been blasted through their glass ceiling.
Still, women have a long way to go before acheiving the same status that men have long held as directors.