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Friday, April 27, 2012

Public image

I have been following the career of Peter Dinklage recently. He is someone I am proud to have representing me in the public arena. He “gets” it and refuses to compromise his ideals for anyone. He wants to be respected for his talents as an actor and is not lured by the promise of a quick, “easy” dollar by entertaining a crowd by using his stature as the source of amusement or curiosity. In a recent article in the New York Times, Peter Dinklage was quoted as saying;

“Dwarves are still the butt of jokes. It’s one of the last bastions of acceptable prejudice. Not just by people who’ve had too much to drink in England and want to throw a person. But by media, everything.”  He then went on to indicate that media portrayal is, in part, the fault of actors who are dwarves. “You can say no. You can not be the object of ridicule.” Source

I have to admit to taking on costume work. Back in the 1990’s I donned the hairy body and heavy head of the Smith’s Chips Gobbledok, giving out free packets of chips to children in supermarkets and bustin’ a move on stage with the “Dok Squad”. Despite the great pay it was hard, hot, sometimes dangerous work. I was punched, kicked and wrestled, often by grown men three times my size. I doubt if they even considered there was a human being in that costume, let alone a 35kg woman. I didn’t think much about this type of work at the time. It was a job, I needed the money and I wasn’t “me”. I was hidden inside a full body suit so essentially it was not “Leisa the short statured person” doing the entertaining. It was the suit. I do remember feeling somewhat despondent when dancing in that suit, lamenting the fact that I could actually dance and yet no one would ever know because of the suit. I don’t think I’d do costume work again. It’s too physically demanding and I’m trying to work out if I have a particular moral objection to it. The jury is out on that one.
We have some fabulous actors, dancers, acrobats and entertainers in the short statured community. These people have studied, trained and worked long and hard to perfect their artistic talent. They too, have said “No” to roles that are demeaning and highlight their “difference” rather than their talent. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the Australian media started featuring these artists because of their delightful talents rather than focusing on their entertaining physicality? One day I would like to turn on an Australian drama series such as Neighbours or Home and Away and see a short statured person in the background. I would like to see this character appear from time to time, just as an extra. Eventually I would love it if one day the main characters could perhaps ask the short statured person a question such as, “Have you seen Alf today?” and have them respond. Eventually it might be good to see the short statured person being introduced as one of the regular cast members and their involvement in the show having nothing whatsoever to do with their short stature. Maybe on occasion there might be an episode about bullying and the person with short stature may have a lot more to contribute to the plot during that episode.
Its possible folks! It can be done! Has anyone seen the movie Mean Girls with Lindsay Lohan? There is a short statured girl amongst the cast. She portrays a student at the High School featured in the plot. Her stature is not even mentioned. She is simply part of the teenage drama unfolding on screen. She delivers a couple of lines to camera, just as many other characters do, all to do with the plot of the movie. There is nothing that draws any type of attention to her stature at all. The camera angles don’t even highlight it. She’s just there. I love it that she’s just there.
Isn’t that what you want to see? Isn’t that a more accurate portrayal of who we are; just regular people, going about our regular lives at a height of under five foot? I don’t want to be anyone’s entertainment. I want to be me and I want the world to see that too.
In the words of Martin Luther King, “I have a dream!”
Mine is a little different to his, but just as heartfelt.
“I have a dream that my four children will be able to walk down the street without fear of judgement and ridicule; that they will not suffer the humiliation of being someone’s entertainment by being filmed on a Smart Phone, their photos uploaded on someone’s Facebook page or by a bunch of drunken yobbos calling out hurtful remarks. I have a dream that people will see my children and know them by the content of their character rather than their physical stature. “
I understand that the physical stature will be the first thing people see, but all of us have a responsibility for making sure that the way we present ourselves in public reflects the people we really are.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Wake Up Call

Last Thursday I had a CT scan on my noggin as I have been having dizzy spells for most of the year and my GP thought we needed to investigate it to rule out anything nasty.

MY GP called me on Monday wanting to talk with me about the results. Thankfully I have no little aliens growing in my brainspace (which is what I was thinking!), however my scans showed that there are areas of atrophy in my brain. This is most unusual for someone of my age. It can be expected in someone in their mid to late 60's but not someone of 45.

At first I was quite traumatised, memories of my poor grandfather making me cry - who, at the age of 60 could barely remember his own name let alone anyone elses. My poor, dear Pa who could not communicate as he had lost the ability to verbalise his thoughts, who would wander off or take off on his bicycle in his dressing gown, who was confused with tasks that were commonplace. All I could see was slowly becoming like him and I was afraid. I tend to do that you know; look at the worst case scenario first, rather than just wait for the results of further investigations. I have an appointment with a neurologist on June 26 to discuss what's happening and perhaps have an MRI if he/see thinks it's necessary. It may just be an interesting something that may or may not mean anything. I am still firing on all four cylinders at the moment! (apart from dizziness!) Still, to see this in someone my age is out of the ordinary.

I've done a bit of investigating myself and have a number of positive things I can implement to keep myself healthy. My anaemia is the first thing I will be addressing, closely followed by my high cholesterol. Why is it that people who watch their diets, don't eat junk and take care of their bodies are notorious for having high cholesterol? Mine's well over 6 and I am careful with what I eat. Go figure! Regardless, I will be taking even more care of it from here on in.

I'm treating this as a wake up call. I plan to be awake and alert and amazing at the age of 100, however I am going to live in the moment, make wonderful memories with my kids and others I love. I'm going to see things I've always wanted to see, do things I've always wanted to do, spend more time laughing, less time worrying. I'm going to do Yoga and learn how to let go of things that have held me down....just in case this atrophy progresses and I do begin to forget.

Live for the moment. That's what I'm going to do.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The one in which she becomes a recycling ninja

We interrupt this series of serious blog topics to enter into the frivolous and creative. There's far too much seriousness going on here. Too much navel gazing and psychological exploration makes Leisa WAY TOO SERIOUS!

Last night I actually raided someone's hard waste. I've never done this before but I have been inspired by several bloggers who spy treasures at the side of the road and grab them and turn them into something of beauty. Anyway, on my jogging route one morning I noticed that someone had discarded a wooden chair. It had been there for weeks and weeks, just begging for someone to take it home and give it a makeover.

That person was me. I felt strange just pulling up there in broad daylight and grabbing the chair, so I waited for the cover of darkness last night and did it then. I may or may not have had a bit of a rush of adrenaline as I did so!

So, now I am the owner of a dusty, dirty, black kitchen chair with a very dirty cream coloured fabric seat. It also came with a few bonus red-back spiders, which I discovered crawling across my kitchen floor! (they have now gone to God) The chair is in really good nick; sturdy and stable. I'm looking forward to giving it a good makeover. I'm envisioning something white, or off white, or lemon and covering the seat in some sort of gingham or vintage floral......or stripes.

Pictures to follow.

What do you think? Suggestions please!