30-Day Blogbuster Challenge

I've been bad. You know it, I definitely know it, it's just a fact that I've been trying to fight for a while now - but I'm coming to terms with it: I haven't posted in forever.

I made excuses - 'I have nothing to write about', that was the first one. Then I up and moved across the country, witnessed a thousand different life changes, and it was 'I have too much to write about' - I didn't know where to start, so I put it off, wondering how I could avoid a 2,000-word update, and I didn't even want this blog to be a bunch of bullshit about my life anyway - I was ashamed that that's how it's been turning out.

I make excuses for myself every single minute of every day. "I haven't started my acting career because <insert excuse here>." "I don't have enough money," "I don't have enough time," "I don't know enough people," "I don't have enough experience" ... When am I going to have enough of anything? I told myself that if I waited to move until I had enough money and resources, I was never going to do it. So, I just did it. I mustered up every last bit of vivacity I could, and I packed my whittled-down belongings and my little dog Toto into my air-conditioningless Saturn and I drove my ass for 20 hours across the mountains and the desert and arrived in the City of Angeles, Los Angeles, California, dripping in sweat and high on Redbull.

...and your little dog, too

For some reason, every post-college grad goes through a phase where they want a dog really desperately.

I have no idea if that's really true.  But it sure rings true for a lot of my friends, and it definitely rings true for me.


Getting a puppy at this point in my life is pretty impractical.  As my mom is constantly reminding me, I can't even take care of myself.  I don't know what's in store for my future, I'm living with my parents for another month and a half, I don't know how to cook anything more complicated than ramen... yada yada yada.

 So guess where this is going.

Meet Toto!

The Wonderful Whitney, in Oz

I have a confession.

I can't BE-LIEVE I haven't mentioned my affinity for the seminal classic, The Wizard of Oz.

But seriously.  Ever since I can remember, there has been a reference to The Wizard of Oz in some way every, single day of my life.  Really.


In fact, my original idea for a blog was going to be called "Sex in the Emerald City" with the clever subtitle, "The Wonderful Whitney, in Oz."  It was gonna be really great, about me moving to New York City, a fresh-faced actor hoping to make it on Broadway or something, and it was going to work out perfectly because I was going to have three promiscuous roommates to write about, in addition to having three best gay friends there with me, (my scarecrow, tin man, and lion, of course), and honestly the only reason I'm bummed I didn't move there is because of this idea.

But alas, the references still come, and I'm glad I'm letting you know about this now, because now I have an excuse to post the more interesting references I come across.

Why Oz?  You could say that I just identify with it.  Sure, I'm a girl, being thrust into a world that I don't understand, and forced to follow a path that will hopefully, eventually, lead to Home with a capital H - because Home, after all, is a quintessential concept and not necessarily a tangible place.  But it's more than that, for some reason.  I love the Magical, the Whimsical, the Dream itself - and I fully believe that, amongst all the black and white and even grey that is the literal, physical life we lead... there truly is a place over the rainbow that's alive in color.