It's Fine, Your Car Life

And it is a car life here in B-N, where drive EVERYDAY. POOEY! I preferred the not-driving lifestyle. Maybe someday I will live in New York City, and I will forego the car thing forever.

So yeah. Just when things get better, they seem to take a turn for the worse. I am rehearsing a play with an actor who apparently has not had any exposure to the whole actor-etiquette thing. Just so everyone is clear, if you're ever rehearsing a scene with someone wherein you kiss that person, don't try to slip them the tongue. Or use rehearsing a scene where you have to lay on a bed between her legs as an opportunity to flirt with that actress, especially when that actress has told you that you need to back off because it's making her uncomfortable, because that's just frigging gross. And if you're ever the student director of such a scene, don't tell the actress that it's happening to that it's her problem. And when she tells you, "well, no, you need to set the boundaries for your own rehearsal", you really need to not say "don't tell me how to do my job."

Also, when your colleagues in your directing class are given a half-assed version of what actually went on and they STILL tell you that you are totally in the wrong, you should apologize to that person. Or, if not apologize, at the very least, don't call that actress and ask her to repeat insights she had into the play and the time period in which it was set and then explain that the reason you're asking is because you're supposed to do a presentation in front of the directing class and you haven't actually done any research on the show at all, because she will probably, after all that crap and more that I really don't have time to go into here, want to throw gasoline on you and set you on fire. Just hypothetically speaking.