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Abel 2022-04-22 07:01:08
When they don't get what they want, when they feel unneeded, insecure, or unloved, they are bound to become unreasonable, hysterical, hypersensitive, and overreacting. Sacrifice everything to get to the top, and you'll need everything when you look back on being a woman. All women have one thing in common, like it or not, and that is being a woman. Sooner or later we all have to work hard. No matter how many careers you have or how many careers you want to do, in the end, nothing compares. He's right in front of you when you're looking at the dinner table or rolling over in bed, or you're not a woman. If you want to get a foothold in the drama world, you have to rely on 90% of your hard work, blood and sweat plus talent. If you want to be a good actor in the theater, you must have a strong ambition. Showbiz requires sacrifice and ambition more than any other industry. What is glamorous on stage is not necessarily glamorous offstage. Not a little self-promotion is as hypocritical as over-bragging about yourself. There is no such thing as forever in theatre. Don't care too much what other people think. In the eyes of men, EVE is not delicate and pretentious, frank and direct, considerate, considerate, young and energetic. In the eyes of women, she is a little goblin, a big slut. Miss casswell is very good-looking, younger and more beautiful than margo. The producer always looks glum. The TV industry loves auditions.
Extended Reading
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Lloyd Richards: Karen, let me tell you about Eve. She's got everything - a born actress. Sensitive, understanding, young, exciting, vibrant...
Karen: Don't run out of adjectives, dear.
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Karen: [narrating] Newton, they say, thought of gravity by getting hit on the head by an apple. And the man who invented the steam-engine, he was watching a teakettle. But not me. My big idea came to me just sitting on a couch. That boot in the rear to Margo. Heaven knows, she had one coming. From me, from Lloyd, from Eve, Bill, Max and so on. We'd all felt those size fives of hers often enough. But how? The answer was buzzing around me like a fly. I had it. But I let it go. Screaming and calling names is one thing, but this could mean...
Karen: [continues] Why not? "Why," I said to myself, "not?" It would all seem perfectly legitimate. And only two people in the world would know. Also, the boot would land where it would do the most good for all concerned. After all, it was no more than a harmless joke which Margo herself would be the first to enjoy. And no reason why she shouldn't be told about it... in time.
Karen: [on the phone, calling Eve to let her in on her little "joke"] Hello. Will you please call Miss Eve Harrington to the phone?