Actresses Lauren Bacall and Gillian Anderson at the screening of “If These Walls Could Talk” on August 30, 1996 in New York City.
Multi-awarded actress Maggie Smith was halfway through her cancer treatment when she made Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince, starring as Professor Minerva McGonagall.
“I was hairless. I had no problem getting the wig on. I was like a boiled egg,” she said.
The chemotherapy was, she said, “something that makes you feel much worse than the cancer itself”. “You feel horribly sick. I was holding on to railings, thinking ‘I can’t do this’,” she said.
But she insisted she will “stagger through” the final Harry Potter film, The Deathly Hallows. Let’s just pause and ponder on how awesome this woman is, a true Gryffindor.
I will never not reblog this. This woman is my hero. I’ve seen what my mom went through with chemo. To go through it and still put on such a moving performance is something she should be very proud of.
Okay, so I’ve seen a few of these floating around, and since every day, it’s happening, I wanted to write something about it.
When I was in year ten, I had this one lesson a week called Vocal Group. It was supposed to be us doing organized singing in a classroom, but slowly turned into the teacher on his computer and all of us doing karaoke sessions or just hanging out in the music rooms. I really enjoyed these lessons, bar one.
The first part of that lesson had been okay, I’d been playing my ukulele in a room by myself to practice for my lesson the following day. For the second part of that lesson, I’d gone into another music room to hang out with some of the people there. There was one boy, who I will not mention by name, who was playing around with some sort of percussion instrument. It was shaped like a cucumber, and he was playing around with it by sticking it between his legs. I think you get the image.
He started going around to the girls in the room and using his hips to push it between their thighs. They were laughing and joking and I was too, to some extent, until he did it to me. Instantly, I felt extremely uncomfortable and even felt a jolt of panic. I pushed him off me and clearly voiced to him that I didn’t like it and it wasn’t okay. He did it twice more.
When my parents heard, they called it black-and-white sexual harassment, bordering onto assault. At the time, I was reluctant to call it that, but they said that he’d done something with my body that I wasn’t comfortable with and that counted as harassment, and they contacted my head of year to put in a complaint.
Now, I’m friends with the guy in question and I genuinely don’t believe that he was doing anything more than what he thought was a big joke, and I know he wouldn’t do anything more than that, but it was the fact that I’d voiced for him to stop and he hadn’t that really shook me, and I was really tense for the rest of the day. If I’m being honest, I felt violated, humiliated and dirty.
But the worst part was that people didn’t understand why I was feeling like this. I’d been assaulted and harassed before but this time, it felt ten times worse because I wasn’t getting any support from my peers. I was told to ‘let it go’ because it was ‘only a joke’ and I needed to ‘lighten up’. Other girls that he’d done it to told me that if they hadn’t felt uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have. When the teacher in charge of that lesson was told about it, he made jokes to the class, making light of the situation, as if my discomfort was no big deal.
I haven’t held a grudge against the perpetrator because I know the guy and he is generally respectful and there hasn’t been another incident, but I do hold a grudge against the comments that were said in that time. Nobody’s experience should be ‘no big deal’. The fact is simple; if you felt uncomfortable, if you didn’t want it to happen, then you are allowed to feel however you feel about it. You are allowed to have the support of your friends and teachers. You are allowed to be in a safe place to voice how you feel. Sexual assault and harassment is such a taboo subject in out society that the perpetrators don’t get disciplined correctly and the victims get told that it was their own fault and they should let it go.
I wanted to write this because through all this, I still don’t think people understood it from my point of view. Thank you for reading and please try to understand.
Happy birthday, Harry James Potter! July 31, 1980
one of the best moments in television history
I write sins not five page research papers
the real struggle in 2004
You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, media player etc and write down the first 20 songs, then pass this on to 10 people one rule: no skipping