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Casting for a new feature! '4GOSH' (For Josh)

The Rebel Deb is casting lead and supporting roles for a new feature, 4GOSH (For Josh). Message me at rebeldebutante@gmail.com for a complete list of breakdowns. Submit to clay@4gosh.com. Appointment slots will be scheduled for October 21st, 27th and November 3rd. Shooting dates are December 1 - 18, 2012. See you there! :)
www.4gosh.com

The Rebel Deb is Back!

Hi All!

Sorry I've been MIA for so long... I've been working on my second book, CHASING MERIDIAN, and co-writing a new film, 4Gosh. With any luck, it'll shoot this December.


Kickstarter Campaign Video from 4Gosh on Vimeo.
It's a philanthropic project designed to raise awareness of teen homelessness through the fictional narrative of one boy -- Gosh -- and his struggles to escape life in his local shelter.
With that being said, I would LOVE your help.
I'm not asking you to donate to our kickstarter campaign (I promise!), but if you wouldn't mind helping me spread the word, I'd be extremely grateful.
We're hoping to raise a total of $25,000 to make this film. If you're not familiar with kickstarter, it's a website that helps independent artists fund projects through online donations. If we reach our $25K, we'll shoot "4Gosh" this December. If we don't, no one's card will be charged anything and we won't. It's that simple.
Here's a promo for the film:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/4gosh/4gosh-movie-feature-film

Its website:
http://www.4gosh.com/

And a longer story blurb:
"Inspired by true events, 4Gosh (For Josh) tells the story of an eighteen-year-old boy raised by his sick grandmother, who’s left homeless just days before his high school graduation when she passes away. With few resources and no money to get by, Gosh is forced out of his grandmother’s apartment and dropped off at the local homeless shelter with only a garbage bag full of clothes and a used iPod T 
ouch. Gosh struggles to accept his new circumstances, living, eating and sleeping next to older, perpetually homeless men and women who torment and steal from him. Because of this, Gosh feels completely alone. But when he receives a hand-written letter from his estranged father, Carl, Gosh hopes both of their circumstances will change. Gosh visits Carl at the county correctional center, where Gosh learns that Carl’s soon to be paroled. Carl promises Gosh that, once he’s out, the two of them can start over together – as a family. Gosh leaves their visit determined to find a job and save enough money to rent an apartment and make his father’s promise a reality. As Gosh navigates the threatening city streets, trying his best to find a job and make some money, he meets people along the way who help and hurt him. And all the while, he communicates his emotions, ideas and experiences through Facebook – his last and most important link to the world outside his shelter."  

Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate your time more than you know. :)
your favorite,Rebel Deb

The Bitch is Back!

Hi All!

Sorry I've been MIA for so long... I've been working on my second book, CHASING MERIDIAN, and co-writing a new film, 4Gosh. With any luck, it'll shoot this December.


Kickstarter Campaign Video from 4Gosh on Vimeo.
It's a philanthropic project designed to raise awareness of teen homelessness through the fictional narrative of one boy -- Gosh -- and his struggles to escape life in his local shelter.
With that being said, I would LOVE your help.
I'm not asking you to donate to our kickstarter campaign (I promise!), but if you wouldn't mind helping me spread the word, I'd be extremely grateful.
We're hoping to raise a total of $25,000 to make this film. If you're not familiar with kickstarter, it's a website that helps independent artists fund projects through online donations. If we reach our $25K, we'll shoot "4Gosh" this December. If we don't, no one's card will be charged anything and we won't. It's that simple.
Here's a promo for the film:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/4gosh/4gosh-movie-feature-film

Its website:
http://www.4gosh.com/

And a longer story blurb:
"Inspired by true events, 4Gosh (For Josh) tells the story of an eighteen-year-old boy raised by his sick grandmother, who’s left homeless just days before his high school graduation when she passes away. With few resources and no money to get by, Gosh is forced out of his grandmother’s apartment and dropped off at the local homeless shelter with only a garbage bag full of clothes and a used iPod T 
ouch. Gosh struggles to accept his new circumstances, living, eating and sleeping next to older, perpetually homeless men and women who torment and steal from him. Because of this, Gosh feels completely alone. But when he receives a hand-written letter from his estranged father, Carl, Gosh hopes both of their circumstances will change. Gosh visits Carl at the county correctional center, where Gosh learns that Carl’s soon to be paroled. Carl promises Gosh that, once he’s out, the two of them can start over together – as a family. Gosh leaves their visit determined to find a job and save enough money to rent an apartment and make his father’s promise a reality. As Gosh navigates the threatening city streets, trying his best to find a job and make some money, he meets people along the way who help and hurt him. And all the while, he communicates his emotions, ideas and experiences through Facebook – his last and most important link to the world outside his shelter."  

Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate your time more than you know. :)
your favorite,Rebel Deb

4th-Wave Feminism

Slate.com Agrees with the Rebel Deb

The Trouble with Generation-Defining Trend Pieces
By J. Bryan Lowder | Posted Monday, Oct. 31, 2011


"When I saw Anna Fields' Daily Beast post, "Marriage, Red-State Style," over the weekend, I was relieved. Finally, someone had articulated the amorphous discomfort that had been nagging at me since reading Kate Bolick's controversial cover story in The Atlantic earlier this month: It just doesn't hold up beyond New York City.

Bolick's lengthy piece—for those who haven't yet committed to a long-term relationship with its 20-printed pages—thoroughly explores the increasingly woolly terrain of modern courtship and marriage, noting, in truly fascinating detail, the emergence of various lifestyles beyond coupledom, ranging from committed singletons to cohabitating friends to single-sex compounds to polyamory and beyond. What isn't so fascinating, though, is the writer's generalization that, because women are now more openly exploring new options and men are supposedly on the decline, an entire generation or two under 40 doesn't want to get married anymore.

As Fields points out, this is simply not true in much of the country, especially in our shared homeland down South. I have watched—generally with a mix of disapproval and concern, on a few rare occasions with approbation—as, one-by-one, my high school girlfriends jumped into marriages at the super-mature ages of 22, 23, and so on. Women who had seemed so driven and talented, so capable of achieving things beyond a comfortable small-town, nuclear family existence, are settling into and, in my not-so-humble opinion, for, just that. I frequently worry about many of them, hoping that my admittedly judgmental and unsolicited predictions about their choices will prove wrong. I also feel for those who haven't yet succumbed to the pressure of family members who nag and question to the point of tears and self-doubt about marriage prospects before their daughters have even finished college.

Fields has it right: Marriage is definitely still alive in the South, if not in all cases well.

Of course, reading Field's piece, you'll notice that she participates in the same reductive reasoning and anecdotal extrapolation that she's criticizing (for that matter, so am I). The truth is, we could all have been spared a lot of trouble and embarrassing logical fallacy had Bolick avoided making such a grand and necessarily controvertible claim in the first place. That kind of proposition demands that the reader either agrees and praises or, like Fields and myself, disagrees and balks; worse, it distracts from all of the fantastic reportage and storytelling that the rest of the article contains. When I can practically smell the insular Park Slope dinner party where the whole thing was cooked up ("My goodness girls, isn't it funny how we're all middle-aged and single and still fabulous?"), I have a hard time trusting the genuinely revelatory stuff.

Bolick isn't the only offender. Noreen Malone (formerly of Slate) recently had a poignant piece in New York Magazine that describes the terrifying problems facing our "Millennial" age group, including wealth disparity, overwhelming student loan burdens and generally dimmer prospects for a prosperous future. All very worthy stuff, but unfortunately, Malone chose to go with the personal experience-based, generation-defining frame: According to her, we've basically given up on the relatively comfortable life we were falsely promised by our "everyone gets a trophy" upbringing and have instead found solace by pickling things in a Bushwick loft. I suspect, however, that most of us, including many of the Occupy Wall Street protesters, actually just want a decent-paying job. Or maybe I'm wrong, too.

Can we just agree it's time to have done with these "My Generation is this Way" trend pieces altogether?"

CLICK HERE for more of J. Bryan Lowder's work

Check Out My Front-Page Piece in Today's "The Daily Beast!"

Marriage, Red-State Style
by Anna Fields
Oct 29, 2011

The Atlantic says women are hitting 40 and opting not to wed. Not so, says writer Anna Fields, a single lady from the South, where, she says, the race to the altar begins at 20.

There's yet another manifesto about unmarried women on newsstands this month. This time it's a splashy 13-page cover story in The Atlantic called "All the Single Ladies." The story is about how smart, successful women are approaching age 40 and deciding not to marry—especially if the man earns less money than the woman.













"American women as a whole have never been confronted with such a radically shrinking pool of what are traditionally considered to be 'marriageable' men—those who are better educated and earn more than they do," says writer Kate Bolick, who is single and 39. She blames the lousy economy, which has been harder on men than on women. Because men are falling behind in their pay while women are powering ahead, she concludes, many women are opting out of the whole marriage thing altogether.

Well, I'm here to tell you, this may very well be the case in New York and Los Angeles, the land of the alpha woman. But here's a dispatch from America—the real world, the red states—where marriage is not so much an option as a goal that's hammered into women's heads since birth. It doesn't matter how successful you are in your career—or how unsuccessful your man is. If you're not married, you're a loser.

I grew up in North Carolina, where I live today. For me, the "get married" drumbeat began when I was a teen. "Watch your figure, because you'll never catch a husband with a big fanny!" my grandmother advised me. Words of wisdom such as these continued through my high-school years and on into college. When I graduated from Brown University with a degree in cognitive neuroscience, it was time to get serious. That meant catching a man. Never mind my plans to get a master's degree at NYU. When I went home to visit, the question on everyone's lips was "When are you getting married?"

My high-school friends had their priorities straight: they knew not to become an "old maid" or an "old mom." They were recent college grads too, but they were busy racing to the altar. Since sex before marriage is still frowned upon in many corners of the South, there's added incentive: get married so you don't have to live in sin. After all, this is the land of the "purity balls," in which women as old as 25 attend a formal dance as their dad's date and promise him to stay "pure" until marriage.

Kelly Clarkson knows what I'm talking about. Last week on The View she said, "I'm from a small town, so everyone's married with children or about to have children. It's a little hard when you go home and people are like—and that's why people think I'm gay—because they're like, 'Why aren't you married?'" The Texas native and globe-trotting rock star said she feels like an "old maid."

No wonder. She's 29—past her prime. The average age of marriage for women in America is 26.5, according to the Census Bureau. For men, it's 28.4. Better get busy, Kelly!

"Birthin' babies is where it's at," my uncle informed my boyfriend when the two first met. My uncle uttered these words while patting my belly. It happened to be my second date with the guy. Luckily, he was from the South, too, and wasn't in the least bit alarmed. He and I have been seeing each other for four years now, which makes me, at age 30, an unmarried old maid myself. My parents like to encourage my boyfriend to "be a man" and pop the question. When I ran into a high-school teacher recently, she suggested he and I go down to City Hall to "do the right thing." We continue living in sin.

At least we know we're not the only ones under the gun. Our friends Brandon and Sarah dated for six months before both their parents decided enough was enough. Her mother told her, "You had better catch a keeper before you get too old to get caught!" His mother said the same. Again and again. Brandon and Sarah just celebrated their second wedding anniversary.

It's important to note that it's not just the women who are pressured to wed in the South—it's the men too. Some guys marry women they can't stand, simply because that's easier than listening to their parents carry on. Don't believe me? My boyfriend took a male friend out recently to celebrate the guy's engagement to his high-school sweetheart. Three beers in, the guy said, "I'm so not even attracted to her anymore." Here comes the bride!

I'm just saying, the editors of The Atlantic, along with Ms. Bolick (who lives in both New York and L.A., according to her bio), might want to pay a visit to America. Women aren't waiting around till they're 40 out here, deciding they'll forgo marriage because the guy is not some moneyed power broker.

I'm not saying this is the way it should be. But it is the way it is.

At least my parents are beginning to accept my own state of nonmarriage. They have moved on to more important matters. As my mother announced one recent morning at breakfast, "Oh, would you just go get pregnant?"

Anna Fields is a North Carolina–based public speaker and author of the memoir Confessions of a Rebel Debutante. Her second book, Chasing Meridian, will hit shelves soon.

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Come Hear the Rebel Deb share her newest story -- "The Curse of the Teeny-Weenie" -- at The Monti next Monday, October 24th @ Triad Stage!

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The REAL Barbie Doll.

I just found this floating around Facebook and HAD to repost...

"This was an ad made by bodyshop. But Barbie INC. found out about it and now it's banned. Repost if you think this ad deserves to be seen."

Can I get an "Amen?"

Take a long look at the kinds of toys we SHOULD be advertising to little girls -- instead of fake, silicone-injected aphid-looking dolls -- so they won't look in the mirror and hate themselves...



xoxo,
Rebel Deb

At CBS, Sexism is Alive and Well

The privilege afforded wealthy white men may not be a particularly new point, but it's an important one nonetheless. Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears are endlessly derided for their extracurricular meltdowns. Their careers have all suffered, and understandably so. Meanwhile, Charlie Sheen's behavior has been repeatedly and affectionately dismissed as the antics of a "bad boy." - Anna Holmes, Jezebel.com

The Disposable Woman
By ANNA HOLMES
Published: March 3, 2011

FORTY-THREE minutes into his "special live edition" with Charlie Sheen on Monday night, Piers Morgan finally got around to asking his guest a real question. Before that, Mr. Morgan and Mr. Sheen had mostly traded chuckles and anecdotes about multiday benders, inflated network salaries and meet-ups in Aspen, Colo. But then, after three commercial breaks, Mr. Morgan inquired, "Have you ever hit a woman?"

Two minutes later, with Mr. Morgan apparently satisfied with the actor's answer that no, women should be "hugged and caressed," that line of questioning was over.

That Mr. Morgan didn't press the issue of domestic violence shouldn't have come as any surprise. CBS executives, not to mention the millions of viewers of his "family" sitcom "Two and a Half Men," have consistently turned a blind eye toward Mr. Sheen's history of abusing women. Part of this, of course, is about money. The actor's F-18 of an id — to borrow a metaphor from Mr. Sheen himself — had long provided the show a steady stream of free publicity. It also helped make Mr. Sheen the highest-paid actor on television, at $1.2 million an episode.

But it's also about apathy. Even now — after Mr. Sheen began carpet-bombing his bosses in radio rants, prompting CBS to shut down production on the show — observers still seem more entertained than outraged, tuning in to see him appear on every talk show on the planet and coming up with creative Internet memes based on his most colorful statements. And while his self-abuses are endlessly discussed, his abuse of women is barely broached.

Our inertia is not for lack of evidence. In 1990, he accidentally shot his fiancée at the time, the actress Kelly Preston, in the arm. (The engagement ended soon after.) In 1994 he was sued by a college student who alleged that he struck her in the head after she declined to have sex with him. (The case was settled out of court.) Two years later, a sex film actress, Brittany Ashland, said she had been thrown to the floor of Mr. Sheen's Los Angeles house during a fight. (He pleaded no contest and paid a fine.)

In 2006, his wife at the time, the actress Denise Richards, filed a restraining order against him, saying Mr. Sheen had shoved and threatened to kill her. In December 2009, Mr. Sheen's third wife, Brooke Mueller, a real-estate executive, called 911 after Mr. Sheen held a knife to her throat. (He pleaded guilty and was placed on probation.) Last October, another actress in sex films, Capri Anderson, locked herself in a Plaza Hotel bathroom after Mr. Sheen went on a rampage. (Ms. Anderson filed a criminal complaint but no arrest was made.) And on Tuesday, Ms. Mueller requested a temporary restraining orderagainst her former husband, alleging that he had threatened to cut her head off, "put it in a box and send it to your mom." (The order was granted, and the couple's twin sons were quickly removed from his home.) "Lies," Mr. Sheen told People magazine.

The privilege afforded wealthy white [Julian's note: his ethnic heritage is also Latino] men like Charlie Sheen may not be a particularly new point, but it's an important one nonetheless. Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears are endlessly derided for their extracurricular meltdowns and lack of professionalism on set; the R&B star Chris Brown was made a veritable pariah after beating up his equally, if not more, famous girlfriend, the singer Rihanna. Their careers have all suffered, and understandably so.

This hasn't been the case with Mr. Sheen, whose behavior has been repeatedly and affectionately dismissed as the antics of a "bad boy" (see: any news article in the past 20 years), a "rock star" (see: Piers Morgan, again) and a "rebel" (see: Andrea Canning's "20/20" interview on Tuesday). He has in essence, achieved a sort of folk-hero status; on Wednesday, his just-created Twitter account hit a million followers, setting a Guinness World Record.

But there's something else at work here: the seeming imperfection of Mr. Sheen's numerous accusers. The women are of a type, which is to say, highly unsympathetic. Some are sex workers — pornographic film stars and escorts — whose compliance with churlish conduct is assumed to be part of the deal. (For the record: It is not.)
Others, namely Ms. Richards and Ms. Mueller, are less-famous starlets or former "nobodies" whose relationships with Mr. Sheen have been disparaged as purely sexual and transactional. The women reside on a continuum in which injuries are assumed and insults are expected.

"Gold diggers," "prostitutes" and "sluts" are just some of the epithets lobbed at the women Mr. Sheen has chosen to spend his time with. Andy Cohen, a senior executive at Bravo and a TV star in his own right, referred to the actor's current companions, Natalie Kenly and Bree Olson, as "whores" on MSNBC's "Morning Joe" program on Tuesday. Arianna Huffington sarcastically tweeted that Mr. Sheen's girlfriends "symbolize modesty, loyalty and good taste." Mr. Sheen's own nickname for Ms. Kenly and Ms. Olson — "the goddesses" — is in its own way indicative of their perceived interchangeability and disposability.

It's these sorts of explicit and implicit value judgments that underscore our contempt for women who are assumed to be trading on their sexuality. [Julian's note: Let's be clear. Charlie is doing little else other than trading on his sexuality and his fame, which is largely currently due to him trading on his sexuality.] A woman's active embrace of the fame monster or participation in the sex industry, we seem to say, means that she compromises her right not to be assaulted, let alone humiliated, insulted or degraded; it's part of the deal. The promise of a modern Cinderella ending — attention, fame, the love and savings account of a rich man — is always the assumed goal.

Objectification and abuse, it follows, is not only an accepted occupational hazard for certain women, but something that men like Mr. Sheen have earned the right to indulge in. (Mr. Sheen reportedly once said that he didn't pay prostitutes for the sex; he paid them "to leave.") One can't help but think that his handlers might have moved more quickly to rein in their prized sitcom stallion if his victims' motivations weren't assumed to be purely mercenary. (Or if they enjoyed parity and respect with regards to their age, influence and earning power.)

These assumptions — about women, about powerful men, about bad behavior — have roots that go way back but find endorsement in today's unscripted TV culture. Indeed, it's difficult for many to discern any difference between Mr. Sheen's real-life, round-the-clock, recorded outbursts and the sexist narratives devised by reality television producers, in which women are routinely portrayed as backstabbing floozies, and dreadful behavior by males is explained away as a side effect of unbridled passion or too much pilsner.

As Jennifer Pozner points out in her recent book "Reality Bites Back: The Troubling Truth About Guilty-Pleasure TV," misogyny is embedded within the DNA of the reality genre. One of the very first millennial shows, in fact, "Who Wants to Marry a Multimillionaire," was notable in that it auctioned off what producers called the "biggest prize of all": a supposedly wealthy B-movie writer named Rick Rockwell — who was later revealed to have had a restraining order filed against him by a woman he'd threatened to kill. According to Ms. Pozner, the reaction of one of the producers of "Multimillionaire" was, "Great! More publicity!"

On reality television, gratuitous violence and explicit sexuality are not only entertainment but a means to an end. These enthusiastically documented humiliations are positioned as necessities in the service of some final prize or larger benefit — a marriage proposal, a modeling contract, $1 million. But they also make assault and abasement seem commonplace, acceptable behavior, tolerated by women and encouraged in men.

Which brings us back to Mr. Morgan, who, like many of Mr. Sheen's past and present press enablers, showed little to no urgency in addressing the question of violence against women. "You're entitled to behave however the hell you like as long as you don't scare the horses and the children," Mr. Morgan said at one point. Scaring women, it seems, was just fine.
During the interview, a series of images played on a continuous loop. One of them was a defiant and confident-looking Charlie Sheen, in a mug shot taken after his 2009 domestic violence arrest.
Anna Holmes is a writer and the creator of the Web site Jezebel.

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February 28, 2011
By: larramiefg

Successful playwright, television writer, and comedienne, Anna Fields dishes out a Southern-fried memoir about growing up too smart and rebellious for her North Carolina small town in Confessions of a Rebel Debutante.

During childhood the author claimed the "tomboy" label, only then to describe her adolescent self as being "outspoken" and "bookish" rebelling against the strict rules at her private all-girls finishing school. Anna tried to be a proper Deb, even making it through the first Cotillion. Yet, when viewed as too "liberal" and "uppity," she didn't make the cut for the ultimate Debutante Ball.

That's the backstory and this is the synopsis of Confessions of a Rebel Debutante:

A strict regimen of Southern-belle grooming should have prepared Anna Fields for a lifetime of ladylike behavior.

But it didn't.

As it turned out, Anna—a smart, outspoken, bookish girl—was a dud at debbing. After being kicked out of cotillion classes, the "Rebel Deb" left North Carolina to seek her fortune. Her first stop was Brown University —right in the heart of Yankee-land—and then the crazy world of Hollywood talent agencies and celebrity-packed restaurants. After a disastrous stint as Diana Ross's personal assistant, Anna headed off to the Big Apple, where she worked for one of Bravo's Real Housewives. It's a rollicking, unlikely success story from a natural-born storyteller.

Sharp, sweet, and sassy, Confessions of a Rebel Debutante proves you can take the girl out of the South, but you can't take the South out of the girl!

Please take a look at the glowing Press.

The South is known for its storytellers and Anna Fields is another talented one as she writes her "rags-to-riches," almost Cinderella-like story. Of course there isn't a wicked step-mother or even step-sisters in this tale, but all of Anna's quirky relatives are much more entertaining and — more importantly — they're real!

Written in a chronological format, this memoir has a distinct stream-of-conscious feel as the rebel deb's voice delights with humorous details or becomes serious in relating past problems. For this book applies to every girl — living below or above the Mason-Dixon line — who didn't quite fit in and was proud of it.

As Anna shares her sweet, bittersweet, and deeply poignant tales, she often refers to her role model of Scarlett O'Hara and frequently asks herself, "what would Scarlett do?" The answer is usually anything that will maintain the rebel deb's strong confidence in herself. Because, when interviewed by BUST Magazine in May 2010, the author defined a rebel debutante as:

"She's a woman who will bake a cake, clean a rifle, and drive a stick shift with a smile. She's a mix of masculine and feminine, strong and soft—like all real women."

However one strong tenet, revealed in the memoir, is that a rebel deb will not be content to simply stay home and birth babies. Oh no, she's first destined to be true to herself. And where does that energy and determination come from? Within that same BUST Magazine article, Anna admits:

"I keep my eye on the ball. I stop worrying about what bad things can happen and start taking risks. I consider these to be investments in myself and in my happiness, instead of in fear. I stop competing with others, wondering what others are thinking about me, or what they're doing. My self-love, my self-confidence, does not depend on others—it comes from God, and it lives within me. With that in mind, I know that I can overcome anything."

Indeed she can and does, proving herself time after time by coming out on top. And, for the most part, the author accomplishes it all with her polite southern charm intact. For as the book's description explains:

You can take the girl out of the South, but you can't take the South out of the girl!

With her homespun tales and smart, experienced wisdom, Anna Fields' story, though rooted in North Carolina, can resonate with any reader, anywhere. Every region of our country has its own distinct identity passed down by generations of ethnic family traditions. Unique, eccentric, and larger-than-life lovable relatives can be found at almost any holiday gathering. Embarrassing secrets are shared and scorned as younger generations seek to rebel against their past if only to say they can succeed on their own.

Confessions of a Rebel Debutante takes readers on the author's journey, while nudging out our own personal, growing-up memories along the way. So travel down south with Anna who never took that final deb curtsy but realized that "You can't bend the rules without learning them first."