Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
The Joker asks Vicki Vale this question in Batman Returns. I remember it because Prince was all over that soundtrack. It was weird and dark and I loved it.
When I think about the women who want to be in the entertainment world, I often consider they are asked this question often. Not out loud by any particular super villain, but in the situations they are presented with - the proverbial casting couch, the hotel visit to see a man who is larger than life (to her) and could possibly hold the key to her name being in lights.
Don't get me wrong. I am aware that some women don't care. They are driven to get to that destination no matter the cost and if a casting couch or soul sale is the price to pay for fame, they're gonna pay it.
The catch to that is this:
If you dance with the devil, there is no guarantee that what you've done will result in the thing for which you've traded your soul. Or if you get it, there is no guarantee it will last. There is also no guarantee you will be happy.
I saw this commercial the other day, where the guy asked the genie for a million bucks. Immediately, he had a million bucks. Bucks, being deer, filled his living room.
First off, he wasn't specific, but secondly, sometimes you get what you ask for and you don't want it.
If you're a young woman who has hopes of retaining your moral code and inner dignity (not the false bravado and I Don't Care attitude that you put on for the outside world), you must ask yourself, to what lengths will you go to achieve stardom? And with whom will I dance to get there?
Wolves lurk in sheep's clothing. Sometimes, they look good, and smell nice, and offer you the world on a silver platter. But wolves have sharp teeth that are designed to tear through skin and devour you.
Be careful who you dance with Sisters. You might not know the steps to that song...