I’m going to try a little real-time blogging tonight. By that I mean kind of free-form. Unplanned. I thought I knew what I wanted to talk about this morning. Then something happened that basically took over and was all I could think about.
Now, though, I’m watching the season premiere of Face Off, the competition show about make-up effects. I freaking love this show. I’ve been watching since the first episode of the first season, and have been in love with it ever since. Yes, it’s a reality show, but I guarantee you it’s unlike any other reality show you’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough.
And despite how upset and disheartened and resigned I was feeling when I walked in the door this evening, this show made me feel better, and now IT is all I’m thinking about. Everyone is so talented and creative, and they support one another, even as they are technically in competition with each other. I sit on my couch eating Spitz sunflower seeds and watching these incredible artists create whole characters from scratch, in awe because I don’t have as much talent in my fingernail that any one of those people have on their worst day.
Wait – does that even make sense?
They are crazy talented, in ways that I am not.
What’s more is that they all respect and admire one another’s mad skills, too. It’s like a big talented, creative love-in, every week. They group hug the person who gets sent home. They congratulate the winners. The judges and mentors are all insanely talented, as well, and even as people get sent home, they learn a crap-ton each moment that they’re there. And I love that the models are game for pretty much anything week to week.
In addition, host Mckenzie Westmore somehow gets better looking every year. She’s also super personable and relatable. She our gateway to the show, and is the tie between the contestants and the judges, in a way. Mckenzie is the glue. The glue of Face Off. Haha
When I got home tonight, I’d wanted to talk about respect, and how I don’t understand how to earn it. Or that I don’t understand why my opinion isn’t valued in a way I feel it should be. How there can be so much disconnect between my concept of reality, and the actual world.
Or at least my little corner of it.
I’m pretty ready to give up on a particular part of my corner. I’ll start from scratch again, maybe.
In the meantime,though, I’m fully inspired by the crazy talent being displayed on my TV screen right now.
And tonight, that’s all I need to face tomorrow.