"I'm Always Gonna Be Known as Baby Spice, Even When I'm...30!"

There's a scene in Spice World, that under appreciated cinematic gem (seriously - watch it - it's hilarious - I'm not kidding) that is to the Spice Girls what Hard Day's Night is to the Beatles, in which all the girls are sitting on their awesome tour bus, hanging out their respective areas. Baby Spice, swinging on her swingset (yeah, she has a swingset in a tour bus, I told you it was awesome!) takes her lollipop out of her mouth and says "I'm so tired of being treated like a baby." Posh (heinous bitch! always has been, even before her totally skeletal fashion zombie best friends with Katie Holmes days) shoots her a withering glare and says "yeah, but you play into it." Baby denies it, but even she is aware of the ironic juxtaposition of lolly and kneesocks. This, the eternal struggle of Baby Spice, I identify with all too well.
Don't get me wrong. I love being the baby of whatever group I'm in, and YES, I admit, I totally, totally play it up too. But on the other hand, I don't want to be treated like a baby. It's a fine line. There is a fine, fine line between supportive and condescending, and while I very much appreciate the positive notes I've been given on my performance, most of them are for stupid, 1st grade play-type stuff like "yay for you! we could hear you! and you remembered to stand closer to the bench! and that was a cute squeaky face! and you know a lot of lines! wow! gold star!" It's not summer camp. I'm not fifteen. I know what I'm doing. It's very, very weird to go from being in a theatre environment where I was generally considered very on top of my shit (ah, College, how I love thee) to being like the one who needs hand holding. But I don't want anyone to hold my hand! (Well, I don't want any metaphoric handholding. I'm all about the literal handhlding.) Also, the fact that I now have a reputation as a crier probably doesn't help. (Once. Once. I cried ONCE. Okay it was a lot of crying, but it was like one day. And I have really leaky tear ducts.)
I want to wear pigtails AND be taken seriously. Maybe that's just too much to ask. But I'm sure as hell not changing my hair.

Hmm...now that I think of it, there are five of us actors on tour as well. Obviously I'm Baby Spice, but I'm sort of wondering who else would be whom...

In the most important development this week, my red Katrina wig got replaced by a blonde Katrina wig, and all I can say is thank god! The producer, artistic director, makeup artist and costume designer all agreed that I was "better as a blonde."
Well, duh!
Talk about obvious statement of the century. Not only am I BEST as a blonde, I really can't be anything else.