I was wondering if you happened to read/see Joe Jonas's essay for New York Magazine. A shorter version can be found on E!'s website if you're interested. But basically Joe talks about the things we don't see that go on behind the scenes at Disney and explained the pressures that were put on him and his brothers. Many things he talked about were shocking and I was wondering if you agreed with him or had any thoughts of your own on the subject
I read the article and I have a couple things to say. Most formally the idea that Disney and the corporations “gentrified them.”
First, I think it’s bullshit that they were being robbed of choice or creativity. If they wanted too, they could have told Disney “NO”. Cole and I did this hundreds of times and we ended up all right. The only reason they didn’t is because, like many of the people on that channel, I think they fell for the allure of fame. Granted, Cole and I had been acting our entire lives, so we saw it as a means to an end (money making) rather than an opportunity to become successful.
Nowadays artists just assume they have to do what they are told by their proprietors because there is a “rigid structure to achievement”. It is nothing more than a scheme to rob you of your individuality and capitalise the gain they acquire from such treachery. If you believe this, not only are you incredibly foolish, but you are a BAD ARTIST. Individuality is modernity’s most interesting trait regarding artwork and so so many talented individuals realize this. You do not have to become something else to be successful. Not only is it not too late for them to redefine themselves now, it was never too late.
What that article felt like was: “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, still shame on you.”
My personal creed? “Fool me once, you’ll forever regret that decision.”
“Fling yourself at life and let yourself feel what you do feel upon the very tick of the second; snatch the images of life that fly through the brain. If you are very frank with yourself and don’t mind how ridiculous anything that comes to you may seem, you will have a chance of capturing the symbols of your direct reactions. Thus, you will, perhaps, find yourself reaching a heightened sense of awareness completely outside the realm of mundane experience.”—Mina Loy, from an Interview featured in "The Sun", dated March 1917 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Theories aren’t facts- they are simply the best approximation we have at any moment. Current theories can be replaced any time. That is what makes science so exciting.”—"Abnormal Psychology" by DJA Dozois
“Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.”—Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via aestheticintrovert)
“If there’s a crisis, you don’t freeze, you move forward. You get the rest of us to move forward. Because you’ve seen worse. You’ve survived worse, and you know we’ll survive too. You say you’re all dark and twisty. It’s not a flaw, it’s a strength. It makes you who you are.”—Derek Shepherd, Grey’s Anatomy (via rsvnr)
“If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.”—C.S. Lewis (via antiquedvintage)
“You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you — it’s something inherent.
You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.
How do you tell a six-year-old
That we don’t live forever?
What do you reply with,
When she asks why Grandpa never came around
To fix her bike, when he said he would?
You tell her that Grandpa’s dead.
Just say it flat out.
Tell her that he was buried
At St. Peter’s Church down the road
And that there are a crowd of Magnolias
Sitting on his marble grave.
Tell her he was old and that he was never
Going to live any longer.
When she asks what being dead means,
Tell her Grandpa can’t fix her bike anymore,
Even if he promised.
Tell her that it is not his fault.
He would if he could.
If she asks why he didn’t die after
Her bike chain was fitted back into place,
Tell her that
Death couldn’t wait for that.
Don’t sugar-coat it.
Don’t let her think that Heaven
Is more beautiful than Earth.
She will end up hating life.
Subliminally, as she grows,
As she blooms into questioning a adolescent
And she feels that life just isn’t enough,
She will remember when you told her
That Grandpa is happier now.
She will search for peace within the soil,
Covered in Magnolias.
Just tell her that death is a beautiful thing.
But it isn’t any more pretty when you crush a bug
Than when you kick the bucket
Below the rope.
Tell her that life is what she is searching for.
And if Heaven exists,
And if it is as amazing as it seems,
It can only be filled with what she loved
Here on Earth.
Don’t dismiss breathing as a chore,
Because breathing helps you laugh,
And stops you from suffocating when you kiss,
And warms up your neck when you lie
Next to your lover,
And reminds you that one day,
You won’t breathe any longer.
Tell a six-year-old
That we don’t live forever
Because all good things will come to an end;
Whether we see them as good or not.
And tell her that Grandma will come around next Saturday
To fix the chain,
And she can ride up and down the road
Until late afternoon.