Hollywood kids are pretty strange. I don’t even know how to describe them. All kinds—tall, short, fat, skinny, every skin color, level of education, family background, life experience. Some blend in completely—you’d never guess what they’re really like. Some you’d assume are all muscle and no brain. Some you’d assume never think about this kind of stuff. There are brooding ones, cheerful ones, children of industry veterans, ones who knew about their talent from a young age, ones with no talent at all, some who followed their dreams from the start, some who only started trying in their 30s. Some supported by their parents, some exploited by them. A full ecosystem of types.

We’ve all arrived here for different reasons, by different means, through different processes. But now that we’re here, in the same arena, there needs to be some sense of sportsmanship. You’re already here—you have your place. Respect everyone’s time and space. But that space isn’t handed to you for free. You have to show me—why should you stay? I don’t care how you got here, but if you want to stay, you need to show strength. Whether that’s in market value, reputation, or uniqueness (even if incomplete or immature, uniqueness is still rare and valuable), you have to let people know: who are you, where did you come from, and what are you here to do?

So I guess this is my Who am I piece. The format is a digital blog, typed on whatever 2020 Apple Air I’m still currently using (…has it really been that long?).

I think we have a lot in common. Quite a bit, actually.