Toastkitten

I have been struggling a little with this blog for a couple of months now. I have fun posting about movies, tv and funny stuff I see on the Internet but I’ve been grappling with the concept of anonymity. Does it even matter who I am, what I say or if anyone can connect the dots? For a while I couldn’t decide if I should write about my sorry-ass career in the “art world” and the politics of my current gig or if I should be discreet - be the lady that my mom taught me to be and keep my mouth shut (lest I piss someone off and have it cost me a job down the line…)

Carlagirl and I were talking about all this yesterday. After we discussed the state of the economy, shared our worst professional rejections and vented about how fucked up it is that Thelma Golden is living this fantasy life of designer clothes and huge apartments, when neither of us can afford health insurance, I decided that it doesn’t matter that much if I come out of the anonymity closet on the blog. Probably only 4 people in the world read this thing anyway.

I have to say, every time I think about what Carla has contributed and risked and accomplished in this field, I feel really silly talking about my sorry little internal dilemmas. It’s always good to talk to friends. It gives you perspective and hopefully it also gives you strength. So, yes, this was the week where America saw (hopefully) the LAST Star Wars movie, when the viewing public was left to ponder what exactly IS in that stupid hatch on LOST, and were shocked to witness the crazy Vaughn cliffhanger on Alias. This is also the week that anyone who actually reads this thing will find out that Toastkitten is actually Lisa Henry, a struggling curator living in LA (who also likes to watch tv go to the movies).

There. Done. Not such a big deal after all. Now Kitty will take a deep cleansing breadth. HAAAAAAAA.

Life, of course, goes on …