I've barely made any posts since I've come to Hawaii - I'm not a very dedicated blogger, obviously - but I'm back now and ready to post!
About the WGA strike!
What? You thought I'd post some stories about my escapades in Hawaii? Silly rabbit.
I seem to have a soft spot in my heart for entertainment unions. We've seen this from me before. I don't even work in the entertainment industry, unless you count doing publicity for a film festival. And I'm just an intern (a kickawesome, hard-working intern, but an intern nonetheless), so I'm not even paid. What I'm trying to say here is that I don't have any stake in the outcome of the WGA strike. The only way this is going to affect me at all is that my TV shows are going to be interrupted. Which, while unfortunate, I'm not really that upset about. My favorite show currently is The Office, and I just read earlier today that they have officially halted production. I should be pissed, but I'm not. I was thrilled when I read that Steve Carrell and Rain Wilson refuse to cross the picket line. Way to stand up for the rights of your co-workers!
I guess my family may be indirectly influencing my feelings towards these unions. My dad is currently a member of a union. But I really think it's my mom that has shaped this portion of my personality. During my impressionable years, at the tender age of 9 or so, I walked the picket line with my mother outside the hospital where she worked. The nurses were on strike. I realize now looking back that my presence there was a strategic move - those group of kids walking with their parents are exactly the ones who would be affected by the outcome of the strike. Plus, we were adorable. I don't really remember anything about the strike aside from the office that was the headquarters where we got hot chocolate and yelling "Scab!" at an ambulance pulling up to the ER. Of course at the time I had no idea what was going on- I didn't know what a strike was or why we were mad at an ambulance. But I can understand now that we were doing something important. (I don't actually know what exactly the goal of the strike was- but I'm pretty sure we didn't get what we wanted, because my mom doesn't work at the hospital and hasn't for well over 10 years now [she just got a 10th anniversary gift thing from the company she currently works for]. I should probably call my mom. She likes it when I call her.)
For more on the writers' strike, I recommend checking out Stephen Falk's blog Plaintive Wail. Or you could just google it. Avoid the comments on ONTD posts, I have a feeling that most of those posters haven't held a real job and that none of them have walked a picket line.
Currently listening to Parade by Pretty Girls Make Graves