take your broken heart, turn it into art

Before I begin my weekend recap, I want you all to know that Meryl Streep made me bawl. She’s had a hell of a career, which we’ve been lucky to watch. But at the Golden Globes last night, she gave her best performance. It was raw, real, and so important. Donald Trump’s presidential platform ran on bigotry, hate, and ignorance of anyone who is different than him, and thank everything, so many people are different than him. But so many people aren’t. Electing him president validates the heinous actions and words of trying to make other people feel lesser. Now we all get to suffer the consequences.

Meryl ended her speech on a bittersweet note, quoting the late and beloved “Princess Leia,” Carrie Fisher. She quoted, “Take your broken heart, make it into art.”

Let’s make that the credo of these next four years.

Saturday morning began on a perfect note, pancakes, coffee, and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. 

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After I digested my meal and hydrated, I headed to the gym for a killer upper body body strength workout. Lots of push-ups, tricep dips, and shoulder work on this one. For cardio, I ended up doing a lot of walking for the day.

My post-workout snack was my first ever green juice. Spinach, kale, and pineapple. Delicious! I almost hate myself for loving it, especially because I don’t want to adopt an expensive habit!

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My friend Sara and I headed into the heart of Hollywood to the Second City improv open house to take a class. I wasn’t sure what to think, considering I’ve never done improv and only dabbled in acting when I was in elementary school, but I had fun! And I wasn’t terrible. I’ve read a lot about improv in books by Amy Poehler, Tina Fey, and Rachel Dratch, so even though I’m by no means an expert, I’ve learned from the experts. Glad to realize that my childhood stage fright has diminished.

So inspired were we after class, we decided to see an actual improv show. Second City was sold out, so we walked over to UCB to find that they too were sold out. Bummer. Plans diverted, we opted for Chinese takeout, Friends reruns, and some wii games.

I set my alarm early for Sunday (and by early, I mean early for Caitlin on a Sunday), ate an omelet, toast, and fruit breakfast, and headed back out with my friend Sara to hike.

I’m like, kind of obsessed with nature, you guys. My advanced apologies to all those back east who suffered through a snowstorm and are house bound thanks to the cold. Los Angeles hit the seventies this weekend. I’m not that sorry.

I’ll allow you to live vicariously through me.

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I’m obsessed with open roads. Metaphors or something.

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Seriously, the clouds.

 

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I climbed a rock and made it my temporary home.

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After our adventure, we ate the best tacos I’ve ever had in my life, journeyed to Ikea (my first time), then went to Target so I could buy a blender. Laundry, cleaning, crying over Meryl Streep, and writing this post made up the rest of my Sunday. Happy Monday, live well!

 

 

 

 

Her Story Is Our Story Is History

Today, we have a chance to make history. We are either about to nominate our first female president or an egomaniac with no experience, high delusions, and intense prejudices against anyone who is not a white man. Today, we define our country.

Change is imminent, no matter the victor because we have experienced politics in a manner that is unprecedented. We have demanded more, in some cases (Clinton), and less in others (Trump). We have proven that when using our voices and our votes, we can define progress. Bernie Sanders did not run and lose in vain. He has forced a largely moderate Clinton more towards the left, although I will argue, her moderate tendencies were inspired by the obstacle of being a woman in politics over the past thirty years. She did not have flexibility to be a flaming liberal in a world that already wanted to silence her.

Over those last thirty years, Clinton has made quite a few changes in her beliefs, and so has this country. As we have grown and progressed, so has she. In Bossypants, Tina Fey writes that politics is the only profession in which experience works against the candidate. In order to be a successful politician, one has to abide by his or her party, which is, thankfully ever-changing. This is by no means an endorsement of the two-party system. I am a registered Independent because I don’t believe my politics can be defined by one party, or for that matter, one perfect candidate. Perfection does not exist.

I’ve read that some Trump supporters believe he is an enigma, decimating the two-party system and telling the world exactly who he is. Yes, actually, he has. For one, I do not associate Donald Trump as a true Republican, which is a compliment to that party. Two, his honesty has proven to be his strongest attribute. Such honesty is disheartening, offensive, and dangerous to the progress we have made over the past thirty years.

A victory for Hillary Clinton will not be the birthday of true equality. It will, however, be a start. Our choice in Clinton will be a definitive statement that equality is what this country desires and we will continue to fight for it. Love him or hate him, President Obama has done incredible things for this country in regards to equality. Only Clinton, of the candidates facing off in this election, will continue his legacy. It is a legacy that Hillary Clinton has participated in throughout her career. She is not only the best candidate against Trump, she is the best candidate.

A victory for Donald Trump does not end our journey to true equality, but it will be a huge, discomforting, and disgusting barrier in which we have to climb. Call it, a costly, ugly wall that we ourselves will have agreed to pay for because we either voted for Trump or refused to vote for Clinton. His words and actions are most often sexist, racist, zenophobic, homophobic, and ableist. He does not know what he is doing but because he is a famous face, is unafraid to spout his prejudiced words (because let’s be real, what did he have to lose in doing so?), and is a white man, he has won success. Let him win no more.

Use your vote today to promote progress, seek equality, and stand up to the bullies that have been trying to shut us up. We are America. We are different. We are free. We must be with Hillary Clinton.

Vote Against Hate

I am postponing my beach adventures because I have something to say. A month from today, we will know the results of the 2016 Presidential Race. Less than a month from today, we have an opportunity that so many countries in the world do not: we get to vote to decide who we elect president. I have supported Hillary’s campaign since back in the 2008 election, but even if you do not love her, even if you don’t fully support her, she is our one hope to ensure that change and progress continue to be made in this country.

Hillary is a politician influenced by the barriers that her political party defines her as, just like so many others. If you do not like it, continue to vote, continue to promote change, and demand action, but remember, this will not happen over night. That passion that is stirred in you from Bernie Sanders or any other politician you might support who does not have a voice because he or she is not a Democrat or a Republican, stoke it, speak out for it, let it drive you to vote, in big elections and in small, and keep going until actual progress is made. If Donald Trump is elected President, that passion faces obstacles that are unimaginable. If Hillary Clinton is elected President, we have a chance.

Who is this we that I speak of?

Women, gays, Latinos, blacks, and all of these other “minorities” whose voices have, until now, been historically quieted.

I am going to be 27 years old one month from today. I will either be crying on my birthday because we have elected our first female President or I will be crying for what we have allowed our country to become.

I am a woman who never believed herself to be lesser or beneath a man based on gender. I am lucky because I was raised by strong, independent, open-minded women and men who never doubted me or confined me based on my gender and the expectations that society provides for me. That I am a Master’s educated independent woman is thanks to both my mom and dad’s influences and I have never been more grateful to them than I am today.

My grandmothers, grandfather, mom, dad, aunts, uncles, sister, brother, cousins, friends, teachers, bosses, coworkers, helped to raise me up with kindness, passion, respect, and love. That this is not universal, especially in this country, once shocked me. Now I have acknowledged what is happening outside of my sphere and am using my power to spread the wealth.

I am entering a professional field that is male in majority, but I am not intimidated. I am a heck of a writer and I will keep writing and keep pushing until I reach my goals. If I do not succeed, it will not be because I am a woman and I allowed men to stop me. In the weight room, more often than not, I am the strongest person lifting. Our bodies may have different limitations, but you cannot say that I am “strong for a girl.” I am “strong” because I work for it. Donald Trump would call me fat and ugly and weak, but because of the person I am, thanks to the people who love me, I would laugh in his face.

Women, as are men, are amazing and made up all different characteristics and qualities that make us human. That we have inner and outer beauty is incredible. Do not let this weak-minded man deter you from this belief.

Equality for all seems such a simple expression, but people let fear into their hearts and it drives them to build walls and boundaries, to bring people down in order to heighten their own selves, to turn to violence and hate instead of respect and love. Such a pathetic notion and yet, so powerful and present.

This morning, I lay in bed scrolling through the news with tears in my eyes. Donald Trump’s words did not surprise me. They do little to deter the people who are already voting for him because unfortunately, they love this about him. To me, and I understand many might disagree, he defines what is worst about this country. That he is so close to being voted in as President is abysmal and disheartening. But I will vote against him and I will continue to make my voice heard.

Language is as effective as the meaning behind it. It’s unsavory hearing him call a woman’s genitals “pussy,” but mostly, I’m offended that he thinks he holds the power over this woman to “grab it” and make it his own because he is famous and he is a white man. Rape and sexual harassment are sensitive and pressing issues in this country, as are race and immigration, and no matter your politics or your beliefs, the way that he takes pride in parading around, speaking in such vulgarities is disgusting.

We have a choice, one month from yesterday, to elect the most experienced presidential candidate that this nation has ever seen or we can vote in a person with dictatorship qualities we have all been warned about in our studies, that we all thought we would never support if ever an incidence presented itself.

Democrat or Republican, I don’t care. I’m as fed up with the political party system as many are. Donald Trump is not a Republican. He’s a loud, white man who is afraid of difference and gets off on putting people down. He is doing exactly what it is he said he is: grabbing this country by the pussy and having his way with us. Are we going to stand by and let it happen or are we going to call him out as the harasser he is and put a stop to it?

You have a voice.

Vote Against Hate.

Vote.