Sunday, 3 November 2013

Week 113- researching plays, brilliant women and asking for your help...

I can’t remember whether I mentioned I’d started a theatre company with some friends back in 2008. 

I don’t remember a great deal these days, so that’s no surprise.
But I did.

I can’t take credit for the name, Dad thought it up.

Anyway, the reason I wanted to tell you about it, is cos we’re starting to research our new play.
 
And I need your help.
It’s called Three Generations of Women, and it’s an intergenerational play that will explore the lives of three British women, born in the 20s, 50s and 70s.

The play will question if life is easier for women now or whether they face the same challenges as their mothers and grandmothers but in different guises.

Things feel like they’re changing at the moment, and fast. Campaigns like the Everyday Sexism Project, No More Page 3 and Pink Stinks to name but a few, highlighting inequalities, prejudices and dated attitudes.
But is this just the tip of the iceberg?

We want to speak to women to gather their stories and experiences. We’re building a website at the moment, but in the meantime there’s a facebook group- https://www.facebook.com/threegenerationsofwomen
We are also going to be meeting with groups of women in Brighton, Leeds and London to have an informal chat about what it is to grow up as a woman in Britain.

We’ll be in Leeds on Tuesday 19 November at 3pm, meeting in a central location, so if you live round that way, drop me a line on brokenlegtheatre@yahoo.co.uk so I can give you some more details as I would LOVE to have a brilliant group of fantastic women to talk to.

I want to write something that reflects what women ACTUALLY think, instead of having a guess based on my limited experience.
I know this post is a shameless plug.

But I also know I’ve been contacted by some absolutely brilliant, inspiring women since starting this blog a couple of years ago.

And I know there are loads more that I haven’t yet had contact with.

So I thought there’s no harm in asking you for your help.

Because at the end of the day, the worst you can say is no.

Actually you could say loads worse than that, but PLEASE don’t cos it’s been a sleep-deprived weekend, I’m a whirlwind of hormones at the moment, my boobs have grown by two cup sizes in weeks and not in a good way, and I may just burst into an ugly cry with no obvious end in sight.
Sooooo... if you fancy meeting us in Leeds, let me know, if not I’ll keep you up-to-date as to when the website will be launched so you can share your stories with us through that if you're up for it.

So that’s it.
Oh. Apart from I’m going to have a baby slap bang in the middle of writing the play.
But I'll cross that bridge when I come to it...

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