Oh my goodness I love Downton Abbey. This is my – uh – well, for lack of a better term, JAM. Any kind of historical drama that has corsets and hats and lots of Battenburg lace. I am not so keen on the old novels – Henry James makes me always lose my place, I don’t know nothing about Jane Austen, never read nothing of those not in school or nowhere – but put some good looking actors and fine English country house drama and I am so into it. I am all over it.
I have always wanted to be in one of these productions, like any of the Merchant Ivory films or anything with Hugh Grant in an ascot, but there’s no place in there for an actor like me.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a fine actress – nominated for an emmy for playing a MAN even. I am really very very good. My face is magic. I am not trying to pat myself on the back. Most actors of color are excellent – we have to be in order to be considered for anything at all. We have to rise above expectations of race and convince everyone we belong.
Of course things have changed since I started working in entertainment almost (gulp) 30 years ago, but sometimes when I come across something I enjoy – like downton – I painfully also remember that there’s some areas where I will never stand a chance – no matter how good I am, no matter what happens. My race disqualifies me from even trying. I don’t automatically assume I belong everywhere – not everyone belongs everywhere – but I love those historical shows so much – and yet I know – I can’t even imagine being a part of it.
Unless they do a series arc about the Opium trade! Oh please let it happen.
and for the record – if you are watching – Jim Short and I are both currently furious at the earl of grantham. Jim says he is not getting back in the bedroom – no way! I agree wholeheartedly!
Have we discussed the dog petting position I like to call “The Court Reporter”? It’s a very good thing that I do almost every morning I am lucky enough to wake up at home. My big dog, Bronwyn, who is my older, loving Australian Cattle Dog mix, will follow me out of the warm bed into the bathroom and while I am seated on the toilet, where she and I both know I will take considerable time, and stand, pointing her tail at me.
She stands expectantly, just within the reach of my arms, and I pet the two inches above her tail, on the lower part of her spine, and from where I am sitting, and how I am delicately ruffling her fur with my fingers, it looks like I am a court reporter. We sit for several minutes like this, like we are Exhibit A – The Court Reporter.
I’m giving away Cho Dependent – Live in Concert (Audio of my Cho Dependent Stand Up Film) for a limited time. It’s nominated for a Grammy and I want to share it with everyone between now and the Grammys (Feb 10th). Just click Download and/or Buy Now and enter 0. Enjoy!