“'In the opening credits, my name is after Jon Hamm’s, who stars as Draper,' recalls Elisabeth Moss, the 31-year-old actress who plays Peggy. 'But when I did the pilot I was not necessarily in that position. I’m No. 4 on the call sheet. But Matt put me second in the credits. I guess he knew what was going to happen.'”—The Very Bright Future of Mad Men’s Elisabeth Moss
They say to write what you know and it’s true, especially since what I know best is usually related to the workplace. I’m a big fan of The Shriver Report - Maria Shriver’s site on the journey women face in their changing lives - and I’m excited to see my first article about how to better enhance the internship experience for young women go live!
Watching the Oscars is so intense for me. I absorb all of my energy into it for several hours and then the next thing you know I’m blinking and it’s past 9 and I’ve been glued to my computer since 3 PM and haven’t eaten a real meal but damnit if I do not feel content and at peace with the world.
I’ve been reading a series of Reddit threads for the past 24 hours about creepy real life stories. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because we’re gonna get a lot of rain in the next couple of days and I like to set the mood, so to speak. But for whatever reason, I’ve been combing these threads, reading the stories, and sufficiently spooking myself to the point where I’m not totally sure if I want to ever live alone or get my own apartment because of rattling doorknobs and whatnot. (The silver lining that calms me here is the thought that I can always adopt a series of Mastiffs, Doberman Pinschers, and German Sheperds to live with me though.)
Reading these stories is bringing back an old memory of mine I had a long time ago. Slightly on the paranormal side. In grade school I often had a very difficult time sleeping at night. A lot of this was due to anxiety - I went to a private school and was constantly in the middle of a dozen projects and papers, presentations and Presidential Fitness tests, and spelling bees. Imagining various “what if?” scenarios that could happen stressed me out and made me unable to fall asleep immediately. For a long time, I also slept with a night light of sorts on as well - a neon phone in my room that gleamed either light pink or blue. Usually pink.
One night, I’m slowly starting to drift to sleep when I hear a quiet voice in my left ear. That ear is the one that faces the wall where my bed was next to. The right ear was on the free side of the room. The voice whispered, “Don’t tell anyone.” It was very slow and sounded like a little girl. Keep in mind that I grew up in a house with three brothers and zero sisters.
I laid in bed for nearly five minutes after that, debating on whether to run or scream, but unable to move really. Finally I got out of bed and ran down the hall to my little brother Earl’s room and tried very hard to wake him up. He woke up for all of 5 seconds to hear me say while I was crying, “Someone just spoke to me.” and then he fell back asleep. I sat on the edge of his bed for about an hour before returning back to my bedroom and edging myself back into my bed.
I never heard the voice again and that was my only strange experience living in that house. But it wasn’t the end of bizarre occurrences with my family. Earl used to get something he referred to as “shivers” when he would tense up and get very cold for several minutes completely out of nowhere. Every time he had these shivers, something bad happened. These phased out around the time he entered high school. (To my knowledge, anyway.)
As for me, every now and then when I sleep facing the wall, I will feel as though someone is standing over me and watching me. It’s always a male presence and very tall. Happens extremely infrequently these days but it’s much more constant at the house my parents moved to when I was in high school and where the actual… sensation occurred, to say the least.
And I think I just ruined everyone’s ability to sleep tonight after reading this so I’m out!
“The drama is so low-key in Dazed. I don’t remember teenage being that dramatic. I remember just trying to go with the flow, socialize, fit in and be cool. The stakes were really low. To get Aerosmith tickets or not? That’s a big thing. It was really rare when the star-crossed lovers from the opposite side of the tracks and the girl gets pregnant and there’s a car crash and somebody dies. That didn’t really happen much. But riding around and trying to look for something to do with the music cranked up, now that happened a lot!”—Richard Linklater on making the flip side of a John Hughes movie with Dazed and Confused