Mechanics of My Profession

So here's how it is with my profession, whose culture is rather perverted at the present time:
These are the ways you make movies--
1. Enter a beauty pageant.
2. Become a Disney Kid.
3. Get an agent.
Yep, folks, those are thems three. My skin's not good enough to enter a beauty pageant (even though it's been great ever since school started; must be lack of energizing activity); I don't have the nerve to become a Disney Kid though that sounds really arrogant; and guess what stops me from getting an agent? Three guesses--first two don't count: the big bucks.
Oh, what was that? You say I didn't remember number four? Ah, yesss, of course--the prestigious position of "Starlet's Sister/Brother." I could "stave off" the number of pop icons who have siblings in Hollywood. Half of the starlets don't have talent in the first place, five twelfths of them have siblings who can't act/sing/dance for shit...and the others...are good. But I'm not degrading those.
Something else that gets me is how "perfectly popular" teen icons get into a singing career. I don't know about you, but I haven't heard their songs on any stations I listen to, from which I can infer only one thing: that their songs are played on Radio Disney (tm). Upon that note, we could return to number two or we could not.
Let's not. In conclusion, I report that I am pissed off at movie culture and that if I ever reach my goal of being onscreen before twenty five, my dignity is seriously at stake...
TFATF!
-Ahaneen :)