Other than owning stocks, I’m not much of a gambler. However, if you are itching to dip your toe into the world of gaming, online casinos can be a great way to start. Playing a table game within the comfort of your own home is much less intimidating than being seated at a brick and mortar casino with fellow players staring you in the face. A certain degree of anonymity is afforded when playing at an online casino that helps provides an optimal learning environment. But for the overall experience to be an enjoyable one, be responsible. Online gambling is still played with real money: Don’t blow your retirement fund!
That said, online casinos have made it so that new players to their sites can reap some big rewards. They offer different kinds of bonuses to give new players a chance to try out their site without initially using any of their own money. There are different kinds of incentives so it’s really important that players know what the expectations are of these rewards. Often, the funds aren’t for immediate withdrawal and sometimes a certain betting criteria must be first met. Responsible gamers take the time to read the fine print to prevent misunderstandings down the road.
To ensure a responsible gaming environment, players also must make sure that they understand the ins and outs of the games they play. Games such as online slots seem simple but can sometimes be more complex than they first appear. Also, simply wagering your money without knowing what you’re doing is an irresponsible approach to gambling. Online casinos have made it possible for their members to educate themselves regarding certain games. Tutorials as well as chat help rooms are often found at online casino sites to provide information to players regarding games before they play them. Also, some sites have free games which let players practice before betting money. So, are you game?
When do we reach the tipping point on bad behavior? Aren’t we saturated yet? God knows, I never need to see another “real” housewife from anywhere or keep up with a single Kardashian. But, for me, the tipping point came when I heard about Self magazine making fun of a woman running the Los Angeles marathon in a tutu. Now, I personally think that ANYONE who has got the guts and tenacity to run over 26 miles in one day should not only be celebrated but probably be elected to Congress because they have got more character than I (or most Congressmen) will ever muster.
But, evidently, the sultans of style at Self think anyone running in a tutu is lame (I shudder to think how they’d judge me). So they ask this runner for permission to use her photo in their magazine and she says yes and is excited to be in the magazine and then sees this under “BS Meter — what’s lame this month”:
And here’s the kicker (wait for it…): the tutu-wearing runner is running her first race… After. Surviving. Cancer.
Now the lame editor of this lame magazine has apologized — perfunctorily — and gotten a whole bunch of press (although I think Sheryl Sandburg needs to buy up this rag and fire the whole lot of them). But my point is not merely that ridiculing a sick person is evil, it’s that this constant state of one-upmanship that has been trending — and gathering steam — in social media is evil.
There is a tsunami of bad behavior that has invaded our television channels and our magazines and, well, us. I can’t watch it anymore. I can’t read it. Look, I’m no Pollyanna by any stretch and, yes, I love sarcasm and banter that is witty and intelligent and helpful to individual and cultural growth. But this epidemic of bad behavior fueled by the 24/7 infiltration of media is, I’m convinced, going to lead to society’s downfall — a bunch of self-absorbed, snarky, entitled cliques interested only in their own shallow needs who thrive on degrading those of us simply trying to get by. Did our ancestors fight and win World War II so their heirs could watch trash TV and take non-stop selfies and surf the internet all day? Really?
We’re better than this, America. And the only way to prove it is to stop watching, stop reading, and stop buying this crap. The one thing of which I’m certain is this: If we don’t buy it, watch it, wear it, or tweet it, the media will stop producing it. Show that we are more discriminating in what we consume and we will rise above this degradation being shoveled at us.
I vow to turn it off and tune it out. Anybody with me?
It dawned on me the other day that I never look in the mirror anymore. In fact, I don’t think I’ve looked in the mirror since 1988.
I look inwardly a lot, constantly self-evaluating and analyzing. But, since I never look outwardly virtually at all, I still think I look like I did in 1988.
So my mind’s eye sees myself as a svelte 26-year-old while my real self is a 51-year-old who’s rapidly losing the war to muffin top. No wonder I haven’t really looked in the mirror in three decades.
Now this wouldn’t be a problem — and I’d certainly be happy to continue living in my river of denial — if I weren’t an actress who auditions in front of other people for jobs that require me to be in front of the camera. This is the revelation I had the other day upon leaving a meeting with an agent and noticing that 1) I had failed to notice my blouse had come unbuttoned and was exposing my bra and that 2) a watering eye had caused my mascara to smear the side of my face. I looked like Ray Lewis in drag. Well, at least I’m not a vain actress…
Still, is it better to not look at yourself at all or, as is the trend lately, to look at yourself all the time? I say this is a recent trend because a study just came out stating that elective plastic surgeries are on the rise because of selfies (photos taken of yourself via a smartphone). So young women — beautiful young women — are getting unnecessary Botox, facial peels, and nose jobs because they look at themselves too much. Come on, ladies, you are more than your imperfect nose, your thin lips, your porous skin. At least, this muffin-topped, slightly rumpled Hollywood actress thinks so.
Last night I went to bed mad. Not Hulk-throwing-furniture-out-the-window-mad, but disgusted mad. Last week was an unusually frustrating and misogynistic week in Hollywood for me and it all boiled up as I tried to squash my emotions and just sleep.
And I thought to my self, “Self, you can sit on this anger or you can use it.”
I’m aiming to turn my anger into a positive. Here’s how:
1. Recognize that life is not fair. Not for me. Not for anyone.
2. Number 1 sucks, yes, but move on. Action is key.
3. Use anger to motivate, ridicule, self-analyze. But, for God’s sake, use it. Remember number 2: Action.
I write these rules for myself as much as for anyone else. An old therapist once told me that anger is simply depression begging for action. If I don’t use my anger as motivation, I will fall into the inactivity of depression. And if that happens, who wins? Certainly, not me.
My right knee has been hurting me lately (like for the last 20 years) so the other day I had it X-rayed before seeing the doctor. The X-ray tech took one picture and when she returned to set me up for the next shot, I said, “Don’t I get a lead apron?”
“Oh,” she said, “I can give you one, but we usually don’t offer after a certain age.”
“Because?” I prodded.
“After a certain age a woman is no longer likely to be pregnant.”
“Well, God knows I’m not pregnant, unless it’s the second coming…”
“After 50,” she said, tired of me already. “We don’t offer the aprons after 50.”
So, ladies, if we’re too old to be fertile, we’re too old to protect from unnecessary radiation. Just think of all those years I wasted (by choice) not breeding like a rabbit. Now I’m old, useless, dried up, and childless. Luckily, the X-ray technician came from a family of fourteen which is plenty of breeding to make up for my idle barrenness.
Oh, and, yes, for the remainder of my X-rays I did use the lead apron to cover my 51-year-old fruitless ovaries. Why? Because I am, women are, more than our reproductive systems.
Starting tonight, I officially journey into a new phase of my acting career: crime reenactor. (Cue music: Da Da Da Dum…)
First up is an episode of Unusual Suspects titled “Death of Innocence” in which I play a neighbor who witnesses a crime. It airs Sunday, February 23rd at 9pm on the Investigation Discovery network. If you should miss tonight’s premiere, no worries, it will also be repeated frequently.
Mixing the recipe for murder…Wahahaha
But Thursday things really heat up when I portray the killer in Deadly Wives’ “Acid Lady.” I am the bat shit crazy real-life woman who kills her perfectly lovely husband by boiling him alive in a vat of acid. While this is a tragically horrible true crime, I never had so much fun as an actress. Catch this show on the LMN network on Thursday, February 27th at 10pm eastern time. Again, this episode will air into infinity, so if you miss Thursday’s premiere, you can catch it in subsequent airings on LMN. In fact, watch it once by yourself, then a second time with your husband. That should fix any marital disagreements forever…
Sometime last year, I came up with my own happiness equation. Evidently, there are lots of equations for happiness out there, but this one works for me: Gratitude minus Expectations equals Happiness (G – E = H).
Clearly in 2014 I need a swift kick in the rear because I am forgetting my equation and my happiness quotient is suffering.
So I decided to get out in the world more and see how grateful I should be. Saturday, Bitty and I went to a volunteer orientation at the Motion Picture & Television Fund, the entertainment industry charity that “takes care of its own.” We learned about assisting seniors with ties to show business by helping them with everything from computers to grocery shopping. And I was pleasantly surprised to see several volunteers there who are younger than me, who are looking for grandparent figures in their lives.
Hopefully, I will make new friends and grow as a person, and I will be grateful should that happen. But, hey, no expectations.
Two things tend to dominate conversations about “staying young” or “feeling young.” First there are the dietary and physical adjustments that can keep you youthful in the physical sense. And second, there are the enormous undertakings (like taking up rock climbing!) that are meant to change your mindset to a more youthful one. Both can work, and if you want to feel or look more youthful and can manage these efforts, more power to you.
But sometimes the slow-but-sure relentlessness of the aging process just gets, well, old after awhile. Sometimes, you just need a break. A cheap thrill, slight adjustment or semi-reckless activity can be the perfect tonic. So, without any illusions that the following ideas will turn you into Benjamin Button, here are eight fun ideas for little ways to get a boost of youthfulness.
1. Take Up An Old Hobby
Feeling younger is often about reconnecting with yourself, as cheesy and pretentious as that sounds, and an old hobby ”be it playing soccer or playing piano, or anything in between” can work wonders in even one session.
2. Be An Idiot
It’s the whole “throw on loud music and dance around your room without a care” theory. If you have a given hour of the day when you’re just feeling kind of old, do something stupid. Embarrassment is the emotion of the young.
3. Go Home
Due respect to Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again is one of the nastiest, cruelest titles to anything, ever. Of courses you can go home again. You can always go home. That’s why it’s home. But going back to your literal childhood home can actually make you feel a bit old… instead, visit a place that meant something to you. Your old high school, your old college, a place you spent summers, etc. Sometimes there’s just something in the air in these places that does the trick.
Sigh… such a common and basic suggestion, but boy does it work. Many people find that they’ll admit things, or convey emotions in writing that they won’t verbally or mentally, and it can have a bit of an anti-aging effect on your brain.
5. Play Video Games
It doesn’t matter which game. Play a Super Mario Bros. game if it reminds you of childhood. Play a sports game or shooter if that’s what gets you going. If you’ve watched House Of Cards on Netflix, you’ve seen the point behind this: Kevin Spacey plays action-packed shooters simply to unwind from the sheer high stress “adultness” of his life.
6. Take A Gamble
That’s right: go gamble a bit. Or better yet, stay home and do it at your computer. You can find a huge array of real money gaming options at the Bet Fair casino online. Whether it’s live card games you like, or simply pulling digital slots to take your chance, turn on your computer and get a thrill. Adults ”you know, aging ones” are too responsible with money, anyway. Even if you lose a little bit, gambling is worth it for the youthful rush.
7. Irresponsibly Binge-Watch A Show
Hooray for Netflix, HBO Go, and all these things! It’s incredibly easy to zone out in front of a screen watching episode after episode of a popular show, and because it’s something no responsible adult with serious time constraints would ever do, it’ll make you feel a bit younger.
8. Pursue A Goal
Okay, so this is less of a momentary thing and more of a long-term thing… I had to throw in one. But if you can really dive in, nothing makes you feel more youthful than pursuing a goal actively. Whether it’s gaining the stamina to run a marathon, becoming a quality painter, building a successful blog, mastering a certain cooking technique… It’s the pursuit that helps keep us alive.