Just watched Whiplash. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. Or why I do so love the exquisite pain of it all. Like a hangnail hurting but kind of feeling good at the same time. I continue to watch every mentor/buddy flick to come down the pike. I put myself in the protagonist's position. Then as the credits roll I am reminded, more harshly with each passing year, that my mentor just isn't coming.
I would love Professor Keating from Dead Poets Society. But hell, I would settle for Bill Murray in Meatballseven. At this point anybody older in my field that wasn't wanting to borrow money from me would do.
One thing that is becoming apparent is that there are not a lot of women in the mentor business. I can't even think of one. What do you say Rosie? Let's make a movie. Or at least do lunch.
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Michelle Tomko's comedy is a fervent blend of tomboy sensibilities courtesy of the older brothers she grew up with in the Midwest and the barrage of perimenopausal chaos the East Coast world has heaped upon her. She pulls her humor from everyday observations and classic stories of family, travel, pets, and adversity. With razor-sharp crowd work and improvisational skills to the rock-solid timing of a veteran performer, Michelle’s act is not to be missed!