Fascinating article on the movie industry and work rules allowing infants on the set. I've always wondered who represents the littlest actors.
While there's something really goofy about seeing one of those hospital scenes with the new mom and what's clearly a three-month-old baby swaddled in her arms, it seems really weird that you'd want to bring your newborn [or newborns, in most cases] to a movie set at just over two weeks of age.
Although maybe if I had two-week-old twins, I'd be using any excuse to get everyone out of the house. [We've got friends with twins due in early July; I'll check in with them on day 15 to see if they're looking for an agent.]
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- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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