Being a woman over fifty who doesn’t own her own home, who is still paying off her student loans and who 20 years ago realized that upward mobility was no longer the modus operandi if she chose to stay in the arts --I do have to ask, what is all the fuss about.
What is so different for the younger generation now than when I entered the work force? (Before you shout heresy, hear me out). Armed with my BFA and a kick-ass resume I worked two and three jobs, my friends and I produced our own shows to get our equity cards. We grew as artists by starting our own performance spaces to do the work we wrote ourselves. We formed our own acting troupes, got noticed in the Village Voice--a big thing back then, slept little, barely bought food and shopped at the Goodwill. Later when I graduated from Harvard with Brustein’s patriarchal blessings ushering me into the world fortified with more mega names on my resume I thought I was especially equipped because of the ultra-rarified knowledge that is the legacy of an “extraordinary” university education--wow, I knew a lot.
And I did know a lot and so do the younger artists around me that I’ve hired and who have just graduated from those extraordinary programs. And like you I too thought I’d never pay back my student loans. I also desperately wanted a seat at the table. I went to conferences thinking the “leaders” where obsolete and needed the discerning innovations that swam around my, I must admit now, inflated ego. The arts were economically anemic then too. Then we had Mapplethorpe, Bible-thumping Republicans chasing artists with hellfire and rescinding funding, oh, and then dismantling the NEA and state arts councils, all the while, homeless turned up in vacant cars or lived in cardboard shanties in Thompson Square Park.Read More