Reasons Why Everyone Should Idolize Margot Robbie

Reasons Why Everyone Should Idolize Margot Robbie

"Acting 101: Three shots of tequila and you’ll be fine."

Margot Robbie's career is growing with every move she makes. In case you haven't heard of her, a few of her best roles consist of the gold-digging mistress Naomi from, "Wolf of Wall Street," the pick pocketing Jess from, "Focus," and now the infamous Joker-crazed Harley Quinn in the upcoming summer blockbuster, "Suicide Squad." After becoming only slightly obsessed with Robbie (because just like everyone else, I Googled her immediately after seeing, "Wolf of Wall Street," and discovered how amazing she really is), I came across many reasons to idolize her. This beautiful being has brains, talent and a hardworking attitude that has lead her on a train of success. Down below are just a few reasons as to why she is possibly the best person on God's green Earth:

She's down to earth.

Robbie once said, "I have a normal 24-year-old life. If I were a waitress, I’d probably have the exact same lifestyle. I’d go to the same clubs I go to already, live in the same house with the same housemates, hang out with the same people." She has also been known to steal toilet paper from her hotel room. I think smuggling out hotel amenities after your stay is pretty much what every normal human does. So point proven.

She's passionate.

It seems as though she's been in back to back high profile films for the past few years. Her roles have consistently been diverse whether it be the character or the look she takes while filming. These roles require much research and commitment, to which she showed the world her inspiring dedication to get the job done right. Robbie has for sure earned all the praise she has received for her work and will continue to do so in every film she stars in. To top it off, Robbie has also started a career in film production as she is in the midst of producing three films. Her heavy involvement and passion have made her the great actress she is today, and for that, we have some great films on our hands.

She's more than beautiful.

The actress is definitely drop-dead gorgeous, but she is certainly more than her looks. In her most recent film, "Tarzan," filmmakers pressured her to lose weight for the film. She took a stand and refused to lose weight for the role, stating, "I'm not going to look thin just for the sake of it." Even though her secret reason to avoid dieting was to enjoy the pubs of London (her new home), refusing to lose weight for such a big role was truly a wonderful act for young girls everywhere to witness.

She's honest.

In an interview, she stated: "There's nothing I dislike more than being in a photo shoot where they say, 'Be yourself.' That's not why I became an actress. That's what I find so funny: that you become an actor, and all of a sudden, everyone wants to know about you. But I didn't become an actor so I could show you me." After researching the actress, I came to the conclusion that she sticks to her word. It was hard to learn more about the actress because she keeps her personal exposure so minimal. She truly just wants to show us her talent and leave it at that. As a fan, I admire her for this. She is able to dive into countless, and intense, characters and leave us speechless because we know so little about her. Each of her characters are enriched by the mystery of who Margot Robbie really is, and for that the audience is truly grateful.

She's fearless.

As mentioned before, she has an intense resume of adventurous and strong female characters that steal the screen. However, she also manages to include this adventure in her personal life. Whether it's sky diving or buying a tattoo gun online and using it on her friends, she definitely has an adventurous element that will inspire us all to live a little more dangerously. Well, maybe just skydiving. In a recent interview, she claimed to have misspelled a friend's tattoo. I don't know about you, but a misspelled tattoo is a little too much adventure for me.

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To Percy Jackson, I Hope You're Well...

Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus are both series which helped shape my life. I want to share my love for them here, with you.


Two days before I moved from New Jersey to California, I had a late night at a friend's house. Just a few miles outside of my small town of Morris Plains, his house was out of the way and a safe haven for myself and my mother during a harrowing and strenuous move. My father had been across the country already for almost two months trying to hold down his new job and prove himself. His absence was trying on me (at the tender young age of nine years old) and my mother, and we often spent time at my friend's home, as our mothers got along well.

That night came the time to say goodbye for the very last time, and as our mothers were tearfully embracing at the door, he ran up to me and shoved a book in my hands. Bewildered and confused, I tried to give him my thanks but he was already gone - running away in a childish fit that expressed his hurt at my leaving more than any words he could've said. I looked down at the book in my hands. It was a battered copy of Rick Riordan's "The Lightning Thief," with its binding bulging slightly out in a strange fashion, the cover slightly torn and bent, and quite a few pages dog-eared. The book wasn't in good condition, but I took the time to read it. I was ensnared and enchanted by the lurid descriptions of mythology, of the lovable characters of Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, and the upside-down world they lived in. Over the course of the move and our eventual settling into our new California home, I devoured the series adamantly, reading "The Battle of the Labyrinth" almost five times in the fifth grade and eventually finishing out with "The Last Olympian." The series accompanied me through a difficult move and a whirlwhind of early puberty; by that time, Percy and friends I knew intimately as my own companions. When the series ended, I happily parted with it, and began other literary conquests (namely in the realm of classics).

After an almost year-long break, I re-discovered the series in sixth grade. I hadn't realized that there was a companion series to the first, in fact, a continuation - The Heroes of Olympus. I lapped up "The Lost Hero" and "The Son of Neptune" with greed, and eagerly awaited the arrival of "The Mark of Athena" the following year.

One of my most vivid memories of middle school was sneaking downstairs the morning of the Kindle release of "The Mark of Athena", sneaking past my parents' bedroom as stealthily as I could in the wee hours of the morning to get my kindle and immerse myself in the world. I believe I finished it in about two days. For the next two books in the series, I followed the same pattern: get up early, read it as fast as I could get my hands on it. "The Blood of Olympus", the last book in the series, came out in my freshman year of high school. After finishing the second series, I shelved my much-loved paperbacks for good, and turned myself to other literary pursuits. I eventually relocated to Virginia, and went to college. Percy and friends were almost forgotten until my first year at the University of Virginia.

I was devastatingly alone my first semester at university. I didn't know what to do with myself, entombed by my loneliness. However, at the bottom of my suitcase, I found my old Kindle Paperwhite, with both of Percy's series neatly installed for me. I made a resolution with myself: I would reread both series, reading only at mealtimes where I sat alone. By the time I was finished, I wanted to see where I was compared to when I started.

Re-reading the series was like coming home. It was nostalgia, sadness, and ecstasy wrapped into one. I delighted in revisiting Percy's old haunts, his friends, his challenges. However, it was sad, knowing I had grown up and left them behind while they had stayed the same. It was a riveting memory train which made me look forward to meals, and eased my loneliness at school. Gradually, as the semester progressed, I was reading on Percy's tales less and less, as I found my friends, clubs, and organizations that gradually took up more and more time.

I still haven't finished my re-read, and am about halfway through "The Blood of Olympus". I've come a long way in the almost decade since I first received that tattered copy of "The Lightning Thief", and I still have some ways to go. So thanks, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Jason, Piper, Reyna, Nico, Frank, Hazel, Leo. Thank you for growing up with me. I'll never forget you.


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