(Edit: I do have a lot of writer friends whom I love dearly, and would not like to see go fuck themselves. The strike, as much as I’m trying to ignore it, is becoming a real pain in my ass.)
The last time I published an anti-strike post on bLA, it was about a week before I invited a large group of people over to my apartment for a social gathering. One of the replies to my invitation noted that with my post I had risked offending my potential guests, many of whom are writers (but not necessarily WGA members). That’s a reasonable accusation, and perhaps my ignorance of the facts and the true motives behind the strike lead to an offensive – and ill-advised – editorial.
In the days since then I’ve refrained from exposing myself to the rhetoric behind the WGA’s battle with the AMPTP with the reasoning that it doesn’t affect me and I truthfully just didn’t care one way or the other. Well it still doesn’t affect me, but now it’s starting to hurt my friends and co-workers and I am pissed.
All over town in every part of the industry companies are starting to lay off their employees – people who work eight hours a day, five days a week, fifty-two weeks a year (give or take). Some of them work fucked up hours for piss-poor wages with the hope that once they’ve paid their dues they’ll get a promotion or a shot at the big time. Maybe write a script or edit a movie, or maybe just get some fucking health care. Suddenly, working at Starbucks is looking pretty good to them.
Now the WGA’s getting benefit concerts for starving writers? Gee, too bad some of us can’t attend because we were let go from our jobs on account of NO FUCKING WORK.
It seems to me a bit presumptuous that the WGA expects the rest of the industry to support their cause when their actions are causing so much collateral damage. Look at it this way – if the WGA is the United States, the AMPTP is Osama Bin Laden and the Film Industry is Afghanistan, there’s a lot of us getting carpet-bombed at a wedding party right now.
And I don’t want to hear some bullshit story about blaming the AMPTP, because “pencils down” wasn’t their idea. It was the writers. The writers wanted more money, and if they didn’t get it, then by God, neither will the strugging actors, set designers, costumers, property masters, grips, gaffers, electricians, DPs, ACs, DITs, ADs, script supervisors, editors, post production supervisors, DI producers, colorists, sound editors, runners, and readers.
Did I leave anyone out? Probably.
So screw the writers and their strike. They felt like they weren’t getting what’s fair. Newsflash – life isn’t fair, but you don’t have to go shitting in everyone else’s cornflakes just because your milk tastes like piss.