It happened! Recently the Motion Picture and Television Fund received an official inquiry from a legit publisher interested in buying the rights to Elsa Lanchester Herself, the incredible out-of-print memoir of the Oscar-nominated character actress Elsa Lanchester (“The Bride of Frankenstein”).
We are still waiting for a response.
If ever there was a time to reach out to the MPTF and urge them to reprint, THIS. IS. THAT. TIME.
I’ve made a coloring page that you can print out, decorate, and mail to them. Feel free to jot down a note to the MPTF asking them to accept the offer. Send multiples! Get your friends to help! Let us bury them in Frankensteinian refrigerator art. If you send me a copy of your handiwork, I’ll repost it here.
That mailing address is:
Motion Picture & Television Fund
The Wasserman Campus
23388 Mulholland Drive
Woodland Hills, CA 91364
You may also email them at:
Or even call them at:
Feel free to ask for Sharon Siefert’s office. She’s the VP of Legal Affairs, she’s the one who received the publisher request. Let her assistant know why you’re calling and ask whether they intend to reprint. (No need for rudeness, we want them to see it our way.)
Thank you for following along over the last year. We are so agonizingly close to getting Elsa’s story back on bookshelves. Let’s give it one more push!
A reminder that “male” armour usually works just as well with female bodies. If you’re trying to design something practical, useful and historical looking (or even just something the follows the laws of physics), never ever put in boob cups. Aside from the fact they give the armour a sort of “focus point” for swords, falling down on them would send the shock right into the sternum. Regular plate armour leaves enough space between the chest for small to medium sized boobs anyway. But say the girl underneath is a buxom lass, you can still avoid that cleavage, boob cup shape while leaving enough space for her melons.
But aside from plate, things like the top picture, chainmail and all sorts of leather armour are unisex. I know you might be thinking that the feminine thing to do when designing a female warrior is to show off a bit of thigh or neck or cleavage or something, but really, understand that if the goal of that armour is to protect completely, putting an obvious gap in it is a terrible idea and she’ll surely get stabbed very quickly.
And don’t feed me the “it’s magic, I don’t got to explain shit” line. Bollox. Magic armour and forcefields need to make some sense too. Show me something that LOOKS like it’s generating a barrier over the character instead of just saying “Oh the G-string of Invulnerability is just as good as wearing full plate anyway”. If that’s the case, everyone would wear it. And why can’t they just tie it around their belt? Make me believe that your magic armour and spells have logic to them. If not, please don’t play your world straight. I’m all for super stylised designs as long as they’re sold as such, but if you’re trying to make a world that feels real enough for people to believe and get immersed in, think this stuff out. If you’ve designed someone with sparse, gapped armour that shows skin, give your character a reason to wear it.
An army of finger wizards!
Shadowbunny finger puppets
Time to arm the punks.
Skincare Layering Basics
Creating the perfect canvas for red carpet looks starts with great skincare.We’re going to show you is how to layer Olay’s powerful Regenerist skincare line for everyday use to fight dullness, wrinkles and discoloration.
Please don’t call my face a canvas. It’s not the scraped and primed surface on which someone will make a picture. It’s my window on the world, my first presentation to the people around me. And unlike a painting my face is moving, changing, taking in and giving out.
I fight dullness with knowledge, with passionate love for my life and my loves. I fight the idea that “wrinkles and discoloration” are a thing to be avoided or “fixed” by treasuring my emerging laugh-lines, knowing that in the years to come I will have many wrinkles, many spots and maybe even some stray hairs, and each one will be a mark of my experience and my survival.
In short. Go Fuck Yourself, Olay.
There’s this shitty thing that happens when you learn about the reality of racism, sexism and misogyny. You start to hear it from the mouths of your parents, grandparents, friends and siblings and you can’t ignore it anymore but you’ll see how many of them will ignore you when you speak out about it.
Also, people who you think are your allies will tell you you have to accept this because those people are “set in their ways” or “that’s how they were raised”
And guess what? They are wrong, and you don’t have to accept it. Stand up for what you believe in,