Crossing Over....
When did it happen? How did it happen? Is there any way to go back?
I have crossed over that invisible line that divides young, hip cool people from sad, embarrassing "older people". God help me!
It began to dawn on me when we shot the infamous "bra and panties" scene early last week. Imagine me in a pair of high heels, black panties and an egg-plant coloured bra striding around the set with a plate of Earth Clods (for our purposes Earth Clods are meant to be healthy, vegan desserts but are in fact Two-Bite Brownies that have been squashed into lumpy balls....not to be confused with Sweet Dink Balls!). The purpose of this scene? To embarrass and humiliate my "teen aged daughter". Hilarious right? How awful to see your "Mom" in her gaunch!....Until I paused a moment mid giggle fit to realise that...I AM THE MOM WE'RE LAUGHING ABOUT HERE!
Well, I could have let that one go in time - until another nail was hammered into the lid of my self-assumed hip-ness...
We just shot a scene where Lori Triolo (who plays my friend Geraldine)and I crash a Hoar Hound gig. (on the show, Alice's dad is in a band called the Hoar Hounds) We make our way to the front of the crowd and dance to the band's version of, what's the song called?...you know..."Gone, gone, gone she been gone so long, she been gone, gone, gone so long...". Anyhow - after one of the takes Carlie (who's playing Alice) says to me, "Oh my God your dancing is hilarious. My Mom took me to a Chilliwack concert last year and you dance just like all the ladies who were at that concert."
Perhaps I could have shared in Carlie's laughter if I had been trying to dance like "one of those ladies" in an attempt at a bit of physical comedy. Truth be told though, I was in fact dancing the way I dance. I dance like a MOM???!!!! How is this possible? I'll admit to having been an awkward teen who was never a stand out in any dance class unless I was tripping, bumping into others, or hitting myself in the head with props...But, as an adult, I am now much more comfortable in my body and feel that I've really refined my personal dance style in the last 10 years. But NO - in the eyes of a 16 year old girl: I DANCE LIKE A MOM.
It's weird. In my mind, I don't feel all that much older than Carlie. Well, ok, maybe I feel a bit older than 16 - but I like to pride myself on being a cool chick who can just as easily hang out with the kids and with the parents....Not so. When I wasn't looking I stepped over that LINE and in the eyes of teens everywhere...I could very well earn comments like, "Who brought their Mom to the gig?".
I thought 30 was the new 20.....Ah, well...maybe this is all part of my Christ Year Crusifiction....either that, or my resurrection is a little more painful than I thought it would be.
;-)
7 Comments:
Again Becky! The mental images you bring forth are very disturbing for your cousin! And don't worry about how people think you dance. I can't dance at all...and don't. That's how I avoid being dissed on it :D. Hope you are doing well and I hope to hear from you soon.
Here's a shocking fact that I learned to my dismay and "old-feelingness" merely a month ago... Chris (your friend the candy critic) has never even heard of Chilliwack. Or any of their songs. I wish I could reproduce here then sound that I made then. I'm sure you can well imagine.
becky sue...you are old. i could have saved you the embarassment. i've known you weren't cool for about 16 years. (and thirty is the new forty).
Just know this, darlin', once you're 40, you're too hip (or un- ) to care! (Ya WISH thirty was the new forty!) Thanks for the laugh and cringe of total getting-it! Be well, MizRebecca... ~ xo, C.
Well, my MOM reminded my about your blog...my mom is hipper than me, so what does that make me? And what do Derek's insults make him? I have action photos of him dancing at my wedding...and I WILL post them! I miss you lady...I stand beside your old uncool ass, we shall dance like it's 1992! (The Republic anyone!)
christy
hey rebecca,
i'm busy wasting time here at work, googling people i haven't seen in forever, and came across your blog! I admire your ambition, posting all these thoughts and such. So how are you? I haven't seen you in an eternity. I moved to Chicago, did you know that? And I'm married and bought a condo and... god, I don't know I think I've definitely moved into the old and boring category. email me some time I'd love to catch up. My email at work is: tanyapalmer@goodman-theatre.org.
xo,
Tanya
October 19th was my 43rd birthday. I have a nice job - I'm still single, but not that old. That was until I got the phone call wishing me a happy birthday from my kid sister and her seven children!!!
Trust me, you are doing just fine. Forget what anyone else thinks. What did any of us know at 16? Would an old woman partake of Hen Night (which I am still chuckling about) and be mistaken for a woman no older than a 23 year old?
Enjoy your youth.
- Gregg (A fan from the lower 48)
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