Movie Review: The Lobster

Originally written on March 2, 2019

After director Yorgos Lanthimos’ film The Favourite won Olivia Colman an Academy Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role, I thought I should see some of her previous films to get ready for The Favourite. Sometimes filmmakers have a particular style of making their movies, so it usually helps me to see what other work someone has done before I go see more of their recent work. This is definitely one of those films where it didn’t hurt to read a Wikipedia plot summary of the film while trying to follow along with it. Yes, it is confusing. Yes, it is rather outlandish. Yes, it is a dark comedy. But it is one of those films that will stay with you for a long time.

Earlier I reviewed the romantic comedy How to Be Single. For those who haven’t seen it, it is absolutely hilarious. It also has a sweet message that being single doesn’t need to be a bad thing and can even give individuals a chance to discover their purpose in life, or if you are Rebel Wilson’s character Robin, have fun with no regrets. It is the perfect Valentine’s Day movie to watch for anyone, especially if you are single. Even though some of the moments are genuinely sad, the film is light-hearted and you can probably watch it before going to bed at night and not have nightmares. I laughed a lot and was able to go to sleep with good dreams about sunshine and rainbows (not really but hopefully you get what I mean.)

The Lobster, however, is anything but a celebratory film. Unlike How to Be Single, it is completely and utterly dark and while I was laughing at the sheer absurdity of everything at the beginning I stopped laughing by the middle of the film because it got dark real fast. I even started thinking, “Wow, I should have watched The Lobster first, and then watched How to Be Single so I could sleep at night.” However, I am glad I saw it because it is, in all seriousness, a film that we should genuinely promote for Singles Awareness Day. Why? Because it basically centers around a dystopian society where singles actually face life-threatening discrimination and being a couple is the norm. While How to Be Single celebrates friendship, romance and sex is all shapes and sizes, The Lobster presents a more complicated discussion about love in the 21st century, one that is rather bleak but needs to be discussed.

The Lobster follows a recently divorced man named David who is given 45 days to find a life partner or else get transformed into a non-human animal of his choice. When he checks into the hotel, the clerk gives him only two options: either identify as straight or gay. Even though David has sexual encounters with both men and women, bisexuality is not one of the options he can choose, so he chooses the straight option for when he has to find a partner (he can’t even half size shoes because the hotel only has whole-number sizes.) His brother got turned into a dog because he couldn’t find a partner within the 45 day period, and goes everywhere with David. The hotel manager (played scarily well by Olivia Colman) comes into his room with her partner and tells David the rules about staying at the hotel. When she tells him he must choose an animal that he’ll be turned into if he doesn’t find a woman to marry within the 45-day period, he chooses the lobster because according to him, lobsters “live 100 years, are blue-blooded like aristocrats and stay fertile all their lives,” and that he, like lobsters, loves the sea and swimming. The hotel manager approves of his choice for the animal because most people choose to be transformed as dogs.

The rules of the hotel are laughable at first, but as you get further into the film you realize how messed-up the place actually is. Residents cannot masturbate, use couples-only facilities or play sports meant for couples. In each person’s room there is a tranquilizer gun mounted on the wall, as well as other austere items in the room, not to mention the very monotonous uniform that male and female residents must wear out and about during dances. Each person is given a gun because the hotel stages daily hunts where the residents go out and hunt anyone who is a “loner” and bring their bodies back to the hotel so they can be conditioned to find a partner and not be turned into non-human animals. For every loner the resident kills, he or she gets to live an extra day as a human being. Singles sit at perfectly arranged tables all by themselves next to one another because they don’t have a marriage partner to sit across from them. David wakes up to a creepy Alexa-like voice every morning that tells him how many days he has left before he gets transformed into a lobster.

What really strikes me about this film is the explicit stigma against single people. All of the newly arrived single people to the hotel are forced to get up in front of an audience and talk about their backstories that may have factored in them being single for so long. The waitstaff also mime for the audience how single people won’t get help from anyone if they choke on their food by accident or encounter a serial rapist, but that if in a couple they have less danger coming to them because someone (in most cases a man) is protecting them from this danger, and thus single people should focus on finding a partner rather than musing about how they would like to spend their last day as a human being. David is sitting with two of his new friends Robert (John C Reilly) and John (Ben Winshaw), and John reveals to them what the hotel actually does to single people who don’t succeed in finding a partner by the time 45 days is up. Although I won’t delve into the process here, it being quite unpleasant and graphic, I will say this: in the dystopian world Lanthimos has created in The Lobster, single people are no more than wastes of space and need to conform to societal norms by finding a companion in order to feel fulfilled instead of like wastes of space, otherwise they and their vital organs hold no meaningful value to this society except for when there are no blood donors and they need blood donated to hospitals.

It reminded me of the novel (and movie adaptation) Never Let Me Go, where Ruth, Tommy and Kathy are organ donors and nothing else in terms of how they bring value to society, and they have no choice but to “complete,” or die, after their organs are donated. They go to a boarding school where they are incredibly gifted and any work that the headmistress considers exceptional goes in her gallery. Tommy becomes extremely discouraged when the teachers don’t value his art as highly as they do the other students’ artworks and he acts out. Even though his teacher at first tells him it’s fine to be different and not compare himself to the other kids, she tells him she was wrong years later, and he becomes more resentful later on about his lack of creativity. However, as they get older, Ruth, Tommy and Kathy realize that their lives are short and try everything to escape the draconian society that doesn’t value children’s ideas and instead controls their every move throughout their lives, to no avail. It is a doom-and-gloom book and the movie had me crying so much, but like The Lobster, it’s one of those emotionally difficult films where you need to have a long discussion with someone about it rather than see it by yourself and have to carry that feeling of heaviness with you when you go to work or do anything else.

One of the most disturbing scenes is the hunting scene, when the hotel residents have to shoot any loners in the forest and bring their bodies back to the hotel. It is shown in slow motion with quiet music playing in the background, but this is what makes the scene so unsettling. There is no dialogue, just slo-mo shots of Colin Firth and John C. Reilly attacking people in a dark forest at night after they just spent time at an elegant dance in the hotel. This scene really embodies the discrimination that singles face in the film, but it’s not like the loners in the forest feel bad about what they’re doing. David, after escaping into the forest after a heartless woman he meets kills his brother (the dog named Bob), says that he would rather be a loner than be back at the hotel because he can listen to music, reflect on his own and just be his own person. However, the loners aren’t just vegging out for the fun of it; like the hotel, there are strict rules, namely no flirting. The leaders of the loners, played brilliantly by Lea Seydoux, says that there is severe punishment for flirting between loners, and has two loners punished in a disturbing and painful way for flirting with one another. However, David meets a woman called Short-Sighted Woman, who also narrates the film (played by Rachel Weisz. The last film I saw her in was the sweet comedy About a Boy), and struggles with his genuine feelings about her. When the waitstaff and loner leader find out about Short-Sighted Woman and David’s plans to run away together, Short-Sighted Woman is blinded as punishment. This shows how controlling everything is in the society depicted in the film.

Another deep scene is when a young blonde woman doesn’t find a partner within the 45 day period and meets in the manager’s office to tell her what she would like to do on her last day as a human being. Her friend reads her a letter she wrote about how she is sorry how no one wanted to be her friend’s life partner even though she is very pretty and continues to ramble on about how close they were as friends and how she is going to think of her when she has new friends and her new husband (unlike traditional marriages, a couple finds each other, the manager announces their marriage, and they get children to help them resolve any conflicts they cannot resolve themselves as reasonable adults.) Finally the young blonde woman slaps her friend to get her to stop talking so she can get right to the point and tell the manager what she’s doing on the last day. Hearing the girl read this note we may think, “Wow that was such a cruel note and this girl is a terrible friend,” but as we reflect on the film we realize how deeply shame is imposed on people who can’t find companions and how singles are made to feel bad about themselves for not finding love. There is no crying between these two young women, just an emotionless interaction before the single girl gets turned into a pony.

Ah, no…I’m fading. I’m going to write more of this review tomorrow in a part 2 because I’m beat and need some rest. Will continue tomorrow.

Lunch Break

March 16, 2021
I scan news story after every news story
Reading about the murder of 
Six Asian women in Atlanta 
My heart gets heavy 
As I think about my sangha community 
Of BIPOC folx
I bottle the anger inside of me
Keep filling the glass
Until it threatens to overflow
I have to release that rage
Let it off 
But how can I
When I feel so much numbness, pain, anxiety, depression
Hopelessness about the state of the world
And the pervasiveness of a system
That has disenfranchised the marginalized
For far too long?

March 16 
Kosen-Rufu Day
A day when our second Soka Gakkai president
Josei Toda
Passed the baton to the youth
So they could fight against injustice
And fight for a more peaceful society
After his passing
March 16
A day where I and my sangha community of believers
Refreshed our vow for kosen rufu
Was a day of violence, hurt, trauma 
I remember my vow for kosen-rufu
When I think of the hate incident 
And countless other hate incidents
That have brutalized Asian and Pacific Islander communities 
For far too long  

Lunch time
I gather my things
Get in the car 
Shut the door
And just start chanting 
Nam myoho renge kyo
Nam myoho renge kyo
Nam myoho renge kyo
Each syllable as I repeat the words
Rolls off my tongue
I revive my life
Through each pronunciation 
Of a mantra whose roots are in
Sanskrit, Chinese and Japanese
Nam = devotion
I dedicate myself to this life affirming philosophy
That teaches each person, no matter their color, creed, race, sexuality, gender, dis/ability, political affiliation
Is a Buddha 
A Buddha endowed 
From time without beginning
For the eternity of life
From past, present and future life cycles
With boundless wisdom, courage, compassion and life force
Myo= life and ho= death
Myoho= Mystic Law, oneness of life and death
I cannot see this law tangibly
But it runs through every current of my being
Reviving me 
Inspiring me
Renge= simultaneity of cause and effect
I make the cause to channel my anger
Into my prayer
And each time I recite the words
I awaken to the power in my life
Without anyone else telling me 
Or having to wait on someone to tell me I'm dope
Sutra = teaching through one's voice
I recite the entirety of this beautiful Mahayana teaching
The Lotus Sutra
When I recite the beautiful song
Of my life, my Buddha nature

I chant to bring forth this well
To tap into the well and bring forth this boundless supply
of nourishing freshwater
The elixir of life that keeps me going every day.
I remember that within my anger is 
The beautiful world of Buddhahood
The mutual possession of the Ten Worlds 
Even the mind state of hell I'm roasting in 
Can be the world of Tranquil Light
Even the rage and frustration I feel
Can have the seed of Buddhahood
When I give life and creativity to that anger
To speak out against injustice
In my own unique way
Peach, cherry, plum, damson.   


As the words roll off my tongue
And into the universe
As I connect with the higher power of myself
And with the galaxies, sun, stars, moon, grass, trees, flora, fauna 
Tears pool in my eyes 
And run like rivers down my face
As I think about the lives lost 
To disgusting prejudice, hatred, a lack of respect for the dignity of life
A boulder forms in my throat
And my shoulders shake
Tiny earthquakes 
My chanting rocks harder than any earthquake though
When I resolve as my prayer gets stronger and stronger
To eradicate the violence and misery in the world
By eradicating the violence and misery in myself
I remember in 2001 celebrating Victory over Violence
with my sangha community 
And resolving to be the change in my own life
So I can be the change in the world

To see the Buddhahood in others
I need to see the Buddhahood in my own life
The jewel, the pearl that shines from within
I tap into my inner potential 
And chant for the lives lost in the shooting
Especially the lives of the 6 Asian women lost 
To the poisonous bullets of intersectional racism and misogyny 
I shed tears in memory 
I shed tears for their families 
I shed tears when I remember that this isn't an isolated incident
But one of several incidents of anti-Asian hatred 
That have occurred even well before the pandemic
I remember our country, despite saying all men are created equal, 
Hasn't always said the same about everyone. 
I remember my vow
To stand in solidarity with my Asian brothers, sisters, non-binary siblings 
To do my human revolution 
So I can kickstart a beautiful revolution of peace and social justice
With tears shed 
And the words nam myoho renge kyo said
I take to the pen 
And start writing.


 

Crazy Brave: A Memoir by Joy Harjo

Last night I finished Crazy Brave, a memoir by U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo, and it honestly blew me away. Her writing just held me and held me and wouldn’t let me go until the last page. Her use of metaphor is also really powerful, and it was just such a powerful memoir, just reading about her life and how poetry was her medium of survival and resistance made me appreciate even more deeply the poetry book I read by her, She Had Some Horses. One day it was hot in my car so I sat outside on the grass and just read this book amidst nature, and Harjo’s writing took me away. Harjo’s writing is lived experience, it is lived narrative. Joy Harjo reminds me how powerful poetry and writing is in healing, in addressing collective trauma across generations. I’m so glad that the person who told me about Joy Harjo’s She Had Some Horses also recommended this memoir because if I hadn’t read it I wouldn’t have known how amazing she is.

Crazy Brave: A Memoir by Joy Harjo. 2012. 169 pp.

Lunch Break/ 3 Little Robins

Written on 3/15/21 at 12:05 pm

I sit outside

Reading my Living Buddhism

I spot three robins

beautiful red breasted robins

Hopping around on the lawn

Hip hop hip hop

Peaceful as can be

As I sit under the bare branched tree

The mosquito eaters buzz around me

I soak in the azul of the beautiful sky

The sun nurtures me with

Her radiant vitamin D

The robins are so beautiful.

Ride to Work

Written on March 15, 2021

I wake up at 6
Mom makes some grits and greens
My bed is rumpled
The sheets need to be washed
I chant Nam myoho renge kyo
The story of my life
The title of my Buddhahood
The title of the story of the Universe
From time without beginning

While I dawdle on my computer
Just gotta finish this blog post
My fingers sweat with anxiety
As I clack them across the keyboard
Barely finished
Half-baked book review
But at least you finished it after
Weeks of procrastination

I pack my lunch
Spaghetti and vegetables with tomato sauce
And a banana
I grab my two masks
And go out the door
Shoot I forgot my phone
I rush back into the house
And grab it 

In my sleepy haze 
I travel down the roads of my neighborhood
Cars turn left
I turn right without looking 
Thank God it's school zone time
A car glides along 
There could have been a collision
But my mind is brainwashed
By the marijuana of sleepiness
I start chanting as my car glides
Through the quiet morning streets
And the sun bathes my eyes and face
In its radiance 

Nam myoho renge kyo
Nam myoho renge kyo
Nam myoho renge kyo
"Never seek this Gohonzon outside yourself
The Gohonzon exists only within the mortal flesh
Of us ordinary people
who embrace the Lotus Sutra 
and chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo"*
I keep this little jewel of wisdom in my 
Back pocket 
And remember that my life
I
am the Gohonzon
The embodiment of Nam myoho renge kyo
Even if I barely try to get through the day
I need not slander my Buddhahood 
If you love yourself
It's easier to love other people

As I write this poem
In the parking lot of work
In the peaceful solitude of my car
I intone the title of Buddhahood
Nam myoho renge kyo
My busy mind slows
It pumps the brakes 
To savor every honey syllable 
And my body feels like limp spaghetti
Know thyself
I sink into my greater self
And manifest it in more ways than one

When I chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
I bring forth the wisdom, courage, compassion
And life force that has been the essence of my being
And the essence of others
And the essence of the universe
Since time without beginning. 

*from "The Real Aspect of the Gohonzon," page 832, The Writings of Nichiren Daishonin, volume 1. Soka Gakkai 

Book Review: Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

A few weeks ago I stayed up late reading this on Saturday night (thankfully I took a nap before) and honestly, reading this book felt as if I was eating a delectable hot fudge sundae (lactose-free of course, since I’m lactose-intolerant.) It’s one of those books you have to eat in small bites just as you savor the delectable hot fudge sundae. It is juicy with love affairs, gossip, religion, philosophy that you won’t want to read it quickly at all.

In particular, I really loved the edition I read (it’s the Penguin Classics one translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky.) I understand that there’s a saying Don’t judge a book by its cover, but this time this cover enraptured me. It shows a young woman holding a small bouquet of purple flowers, I think they are lilacs, between her knees. I don’t know why I love that cover so much, but I guess because it has this sensual energy about it. It made me feel like, Oh yeah baby I’m reading the 19th century 50 Shades of Grey (disclaimer: I haven’t read one 50 Shades of Grey book. I’m behind the times lol) this is bad look at me I’m so bad haha. I also got this edition because several years ago I was reading Oprah’s Book Club list and this was one of the books on her list.

I was really craving more of Leo Tolstoy’s writing after reading his tome War and Peace. I bought a copy of the Signet Classics version back in my senior year of high school, but I never read it or picked it up, so it pretty much just collected a boatload of dust bunnies, unloved and unread. But during quarantine, I decided it would be the best time to read any large books (or really any books of any length) I had sitting on my shelf that I had not read yet. After reading and falling in love with War and Peace I wanted to read more writing by him, so I bought Anna Karenina. I tend to read multiple books at once, but Anna Karenina was so spellbinding that it was the only book I read for a while. The particular translation I read was excellent, just the style of writing was powerful.

I don’t really know what else to say because this book was so good and there was so much juiciness about it that I’m still trying to digest it. I’m sure I’ll come up with more ideas about it at a later time, but the writing was absolutely amazing and I really loved this book. The ending is pretty sad, but I’m not going to spoil it in case anyone hasn’t read it yet.

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. Translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky. 864 pp.

Eclectic Playlist

Here are some songs that I’ve been jamming to:

  • “Any Time, Any Place”: Janet Jackson
  • “Been So Long”: Anita Baker
  • “Call My Name”: Prince
  • “Nothing Can Change This Love”: Sam Cooke
  • “Lost Boy”: Ruth B.
  • “I’m Alive”: Celine Dion
  • “Open Arms”: Journey
  • “Dreaming of You”: Selena
  • “Without You”: Mariah Carey
  • “Hero”: Mariah Carey
  • “Run to You”: Whitney Houston
  • “Can’t You See”: The Marshall Tucker Band
  • “Faithfully”: Journey
  • “Drift Away”: Dobie Gray
  • “Misty”: Donny Hathaway
  • “What You Gave Me”: Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell
  • “You Are My Reason”: Calum Scott
  • “To Love You More”: Celine Dion
  • “I Could Fall in Love”: Selena
  • “Time After Time”: Cyndi Lauper
  • “Total Eclipse of the Heart”: Bonnie Tyler
  • “Hindsight”: Pieces of a Dream
  • “Soulful Strut”: Grover Washington Jr.
  • “West Coast Lovin'”: Norman Brown

Book Review: She Had Some Horses

A couple of weeks ago I read a book that someone had recommended to me. It is a collection of excellent poems by the U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo. Joy Harjo’s poetry blew me away, and I am so glad that this person recommended her works to me. I first heard of Joy Harjo when I was reading this newspaper called World Tribune, which is one of the Soka Gakkai International’s publications, and in one of the issues there was a short news article on Joy Harjo becoming the U.S. poet Laureate. I was so glad to hear this, especially because after doing my senior thesis in college on Indigenous communities and the environmental justice movement, I was interested in reading more works by Indigenous authors. So someone I knew from a virtual book club told me about Joy Harjo because we were talking about works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, and People of Color) authors. They recommended I buy her poetry collection, She Had Some Horses, and her memoir Crazy Brave. I started with She Had Some Horses and wow. All I can say is wow. While I read She Had Some Horses, I felt inspired to get back into writing my own poetry. Reading She Had Some Horses showed me the raw power and vulnerability that goes into writing poetry. I haven’t read many works by Indigenous authors, other than works by the scholar Kyle Powys Whyte, Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko and Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. She Had Some Horses really inspired me to write my poems from my lived experiences and to not be afraid of vulnerability. I worried for a long time about being vulnerable in my poems because I was worried what people would think, so I didn’t write poetry for a while because I thought it all had to sound like roses are red, violets are blue. But of course that’s far from the truth. Poetry is life, it is lived experiences, it is truth, and Joy Harjo’s She Had Some Horses showed me that. Every word I read in her poems sat with me for a long time. I found myself slowing down in time to take in every word, every syllable, and to listen, just listen openly, as the words moved on the page. Each word stirred an emotion in me, and I just listened, and absorbed, and listened. At the end I felt as if I had encountered this honest deep dialogue with Joy and listened to her narrative on womanhood, tradition, culture and human nature. Thank you Joy Harjo for inspiring me to write poetry again. You have shown me the importance of writing from the heart, from sharing my narrative so I could have a dialogue with myself and a dialogue with others. Thank you.

She Had Some Horses. Joy Harjo. Copyright 2008, 1983. 80 pp.

Book Review: Stay with Me by Ayobami Adebayo

A few weeks ago I finished this excellent novel called Stay with Me by Ayobami Adebayo. I got a gift card to a Black-owned bookstore and was searching through the online catalog, looking for what books I could buy. I came across a memoir by the late congressman John Lewis and this book. I was looking for something new to read, and I didn’t know the plot of Stay with Me so I went with it. I was also looking for something fictional to read. Some friends of mine saw the book when it arrived and told me they loved the book and how deeply it moved them. Within a few pages I was hooked. It got recognized as a New York Times Notable Book and was rated one of the best books of the year, and I can see why, because the author’s writing is absolutely spellbinding. I have read a few works by Nigerian authors: Chinua Achebe (Things Fall Apart) and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (The Thing Around Your Neck, Americanah, Half of a Yellow Sun, and Dear Ijeawele), and all the books they wrote were really good. Ayobami Adebayo’s book Stay with Me was published back in 2017, and frankly I don’t know why I waited so long to read it, because it is an amazing novel that left my heart pounding until the last page.

It’s about this young woman named Yejide who finds out that her husband is cheating on her with another woman named Funmi in order to bear children. Yejide has a hard time bearing children, so her husband Akin tries to conceive with another woman, partly to please his parents, who dislike Yejide because she doesn’t have any children. Yejide does everything she can to get pregnant, and she finally goes to some people who put her through a ritual to make her pregnant. She notices all the signs of pregnancy over time; her stomach gets larger, she experiences morning sickness, she feels kicking in her stomach. But what she is experiencing is actually a thing called pseudocyesis, or false pregnancy. Akin warns her that she isn’t really pregnant, but Yejide, who has been stigmatized by her community for far too long for not being able to conceive, can finally have something to hold onto, so she keeps saying she is pregnant. Then Funmi dies and Akin’s world falls apart. Yejide finally gets pregnant, but when she does she deals with a trauma that keeps on happening over and over again each time she has a child.

I’m not a mother myself, but reading about Yejide’s struggle showed me that the path to motherhood is definitely not an easy one, especially if you lose your children and have to deal with the grief and trauma that comes with it. I guess that’s why I read fiction, though, because even if I’ve never gone through what someone has gone through, I get to know what their lived experiences are like, and so I’m having to put myself in this person’s shoes. Of course, at the end of the day, I don’t have to carry the trauma and grief that Yejide did for many years, but reading about what she went through gave me a deeper appreciation for women and mothers because they have to go through a lot, and taught me a lot about cultural attitudes around children and marriage and how these attitudes can have a deep impact on people who either don’t want kids or are having a hard time conceiving kids.

Stay with Me. Ayobami Adebayo. 272 pp. Published July 10, 2018

Why Retta is Now One of my All-Time Favorite People

Written on March 16, 2019

Ok, now let me preface with a shameful disclaimer: I have not seen one episode of Parks and Recreation. Like many people I only know the American comedian Marietta Sirleaf (aka The Actress Known as Retta) from the episode where her and Aziz Ansari’s characters Donna Meagle and Tom Haverford have a “Treat Yo’Self” year where they treat themselves to fancy things such as mimosas and “fine leather goods.”

Little did I know that Retta is pretty sick and tired of people using that phrase so many times around her. That is, until I read her memoir So Close to Being the Sh*t, Y’all Don’t Even Know, in which she chronicles her childhood in the projects of New Jersey to her struggle with employment in Los Angeles and her success later on. I honestly think anyone of any profession can learn from Retta’s memoir, and I found reading this book especially helpful as a musician because like any entertainment field, it is competitive and you have to have a sense of humor even when struggling to be successful in the industry. I normally don’t read non-fiction but as of late I have found reading funny but touching memoirs by female comedians (the last one I read was Bossypants and I snagged a copy of Amy Poehler’s Yes Please from the library shelves) to be my go-to for continuing to persevere in the quest for my dreams.

Here are just a few things I learned from reading Retta’s book:

Ask not, you get not. In her next to last chapter “The Year I Went Lin-Sane,” Retta talks about how her friend got her hooked on Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Broadway musical Hamilton but that it was hard to get tickets since they were all sold out. So Retta asked her publicist, which led her publicist to connect with someone who could get her the tickets. She finally got them and, when there were subsequent showings of Hamilton she kept persisting in asking the person who gave her the tickets before if she could see it again with her friends. Retta not only got to meet the entire cast of Hamilton, but also Lin-Manuel Miranda himself, and even got to see him in the last show he would be in. Just goes to prove that when you really need help, you just need to ask because the worst someone can say is “no.” Also, Lin is a sweetie. Never met him, but from how Retta describes him, he seems like a genuinely sweet person.

Love yourself so you can genuinely respect others. Retta has faced a lot of size-based discrimination while in the entertainment industry. In her chapter “Membership Has Privileges” she describes the surreal glamour of being at the Emmys and the Golden Globes and getting to dance, drink, and socialize with the hottest stars (and exchange awkward moments with a few of them, such as when Retta mistakes Julia Stiles for another actress and Julia gives her a deer-in-the-headlights look and tells her coldly she is mistaking her for the wrong person. That moment had me shooketh, like “Wow, Julia Stiles. Just wow.”) One of the photographers at the Golden Globes refuses to take a photo with Retta because she doesn’t like the way Retta looks, and so a bunch of photographers start photographing Retta, and when the photographer lady proceeds to catch up with her peers and finally take one of Retta, Retta holds up a finger and basically tells her “No, you’re good. Everyone else was fine taking my photo, and you didn’t want to, so why bother?” It takes courage to love yourself after all the tears and struggle, but as Retta says in her chapter “Stretch Marks Fo Life!” you have to accept who you are and embrace your own beauty rather than feel pressured to conform to other people’s standards of beauty. She says that exercising and eating right are great, but you also need to splurge sometimes.

Imposter syndrome comes with a nasty price tag. Spend your money and time on bouncing back from rejection, not on imposter syndrome. In the very first chapter “Eff You Effie!” Retta says that her manager called her out of the blue about fourteen years ago to tell her he booked her an audition to play Effie White in the film Dreamgirls. Even though Retta at first thought it was her dream to star in this film, she started doubting herself and her qualifications even though she had been working as an actor for ten years. Retta says that “the fear of rejection is real, my friends. When you’ve had your fair share of soul-crushing, self-esteem-destroying experiences, it’ll do a serious number on your psyche.” She experienced rejection after rejection many times during her acting career, and it can be hard to bounce back after rejection so many times, so she didn’t put herself out there for the longest time until the Dreamgirls opportunity came along. She also injured her ankle one time while dancing and thus thought her sprained ankle would ruin her acting career, and also worried that the costume department wouldn’t find a dress for Retta’s size. More importantly, though, Retta didn’t feel she deserved to be acting alongside Jamie Foxx, Beyonce and Eddie Murphy because she felt she wasn’t what they wanted in Effie White. According to Retta:

“I never said no. I was way more chickenshit than that. I just kept avoiding it, putting it off. For about three months I never made myself available, and it got to the point where they had a movie to cast and so they did. They went with the seventh-place finalist of season three of American Idol. They cast Jennifer Hudson. She had no credits. But you know what she did have? The balls to show up to the audition.” (So Close to Being the Sh*t, Y’all Don’t Even Know, page 11)

Now, to be fair, and Retta does acknowledge this of course: Jennifer Hudson kicked serious ass in that movie and won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress. Hell, her performance throughout the film gave me chills and all I could think was “Woah. She is hella talented.” I then saw her in the film Chi-raq, in which she plays an incredibly gut-wrenching role as a mom who daughter got killed in gun violence. Jennifer Hudson is truly an incredible actress, and her approach to the audition was that simple: Just perform. Don’t try and craft a perfect image of Effie White. Just play the role and be confident even when you feel that you aren’t the right person for the role. Or, as Retta says,

“I did not win an Oscar but I learned a valuable lesson that stays with me to this day and plays a loop in my head anytime I have a big audition. It goes a little something like this: Bitch stop wasting time fearing the worst. Living through the worst is never as hard as fearing it. Fight the fear and go do what you gotta do. That’s what you came here for.” (So Close to Being the Sh*t, Y’all Don’t Even Know, p. 13)

Honestly I think this quote will stick with me for the rest of my classical music career. In classical music the focus is on mastery and perfection, so it’s no surprise that people in conservatories spend their whole lives working at their craft (with some time to have fun and enjoy life, of course). However, we live in an age where anyone anywhere, regardless of of whether or not they think they have enough expertise, can record themselves performing with their phones. There are people out there who create video blogs and even if they talk about things such as what so and so said to me or what I had for lunch today, they make millions off of it. I’m not saying that get-rich-quick stories are applicable to everyone (ya girl is one example). The work doesn’t have to be perfect because someone will tell you whether or not they like your work and you just need to keep creating and pitching yourself until you find someone who does like your work and wants to offer you an opportunity better than you ever thought possible. I get that classical music auditions are competitive, but at what point does perfection become an illusion? Because a lot of times we can’t afford to stay at home and work on something until it’s perfect; we’ve got mouths to feed, jobs to work, errands to run. Yes it’s important to practice, but you still need to get your work out there so that the experts can see it and help you fine-tune your technique. And if you don’t end up making the orchestra audition? Don’t beat yourself up; do other things besides just music because people want a well-rounded person nowadays. If you’re going to be a successful artist you need to learn to promote your work using other mediums, such as writing and other things.

Keep in touch with the people you work with. Retta and her Parks and Recreation co-stars communicate via group text even to this day because they were with each other through thick and thin during all of the seasons.

Have an attitude of gratitude and keep an open mind. Retta got to attend several hockey games, meet famous hockey players and present at the National Hockey League awards. Before, she thought she would have no interest in hockey. But after communicating with the LA Kings hockey team through Twitter, Retta came to the games and thoroughly savored every moment she was at the games, even trying to get past a security guard to go directly towards the glass to see the players in full action. She got to attend several incredible ceremonies (and meet her dream bae, Michael Fassbender. Although I will say I had a hard time thinking of him as a dream bae after seeing him play a beyond-hostile slave owner in Twelve Years a Slave. But that’s just my opinion.) After growing up in such difficult circumstances and struggling even when she moved to LA for her acting career, achieving success was truly a life changing thing for her, so she was able to appreciate gaining so much access to Hollywood and getting so many amazing acting opportunities along the way. She says that as an actor, what is most important is not getting smug and complacent with your success and quitting your work, and that as long as she is alive, she will keep being a working actor because it brings her joy. I remember the personal finance expert Suze Orman saying something similar: keep working, even if you have all this money, always keep learning new things and always keep doing work that you love.

This blog post is by no means a comprehensive review of the book because I literally love it so much I couldn’t stop guffawing in the library while reading it. But it gives a snapshot as to why I think you should drop everything you’re doing and treat yo’self to this epic book (gosh why did I make such a bad joke about that meme? Please forgive me Retta and don’t tweet this. I promise to not stop you in a store one day and have you say it in my camera-pone like that one fool did. I pinky-promise.)

So Close to Being the Sh*t, Y’all Don’t Even Know by Retta. 2018. 262 pp.