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Realization
Jul. 5th, 2004 05:23 pmEDIT: as much as it bugs me to edit something I've said, clearly what's posted below has been shot through someone's goddamn shit filter, who has then played a game of telephone with it, and there's women "out there" who think I've said they've gotten ahead in comics by virute of being under a size 14.
Comic Con International, aka San Diego to us long-timers, is 17 days away.
And now begins the mantra, "Camryn Manheim, Margaret Cho, Marilyn Monroe, Lillian Russel, my talent isn't measured by my dress size."
EDIT for CLARITY, original quote appears below in quotes:
I feel insecure about going to cons because I am not under a size 14, haven't been for a long time, and will not be again for some time, if ever. I hear about how great/hot/gorgeous slimmer pros look (and I agree--they ARE gorgeous), and I am nagged with the thought that if I managed to slim down I'd sell more, or get in more bookstores, or get more nominations, or OR!
I've decided on a lifetime Lent with regards to dieting--I'm never doing it again. It's a waste of my goddamn time. I've got two lovely kids to raise and things to write and draw. Diet? Stories? Diet? Kids? Diet---? The family and writing and drawing win every time.
But once I hot the floor, I'm happy to be there, I am my bon vivant self, and it all evens out.
But I want to have a con come up and not have these feelings to begin with. Sucks.
"The adoration and praise heaped upon female comics creators who are size 14 and under makes the words come out with great difficulty. It all evens out once I hit the floor, funny and happy to be there."
I want to have a con come up and not have these feelings. Sucks."
I have to wonder about the security level of anyone who questioned the original statement, (not to mention my strong feeling someone went off somewhere going, "Lea says you all got somewhere because you USE YOUR BODIES FOR EVILE!"), and I hope this clears things up.
If I actually thought it wasn't okay to use whatever physical attractiveness and charisma one had at their disposal to sell themselves, I'd go back to wearing the frumpy shit I wore at cons in the early 90's, or avoid them in shame, like I did in the mid-90's. I sure wouldn't encourage fellow female professionals to dress attractively. Moo hoo haha, I'd trick them into wearing potato sacks! I'd slip them butter milkshakes! I'd touch them so the fat rubbed off! (The men have really got to get on the stick with this one, most of them dress like, as Lisa Jonte puts it, Chuckie Finster! Lee Hester and Eric Shanower can't carry you all!)
And, finally, I do know what it's like to be told I got somewhere not based on actual hard work. I'd never have to work again if I'd gotten a penny for every time someone asked me, after Image accepted Cathedral Child for publication, who I had to blow or if I could give them the blackmail pictures of Larry Marder with the barnyard animals. (The latter even more insulting because it suggests no one at Image would take a BJ from a fat chick, so there must be pictures of them in a three-way with a sheepdog and a chicken. Barnyard animal sex more appealing than BJ from fat chick. Wow.)
Comic Con International, aka San Diego to us long-timers, is 17 days away.
And now begins the mantra, "Camryn Manheim, Margaret Cho, Marilyn Monroe, Lillian Russel, my talent isn't measured by my dress size."
EDIT for CLARITY, original quote appears below in quotes:
I feel insecure about going to cons because I am not under a size 14, haven't been for a long time, and will not be again for some time, if ever. I hear about how great/hot/gorgeous slimmer pros look (and I agree--they ARE gorgeous), and I am nagged with the thought that if I managed to slim down I'd sell more, or get in more bookstores, or get more nominations, or OR!
I've decided on a lifetime Lent with regards to dieting--I'm never doing it again. It's a waste of my goddamn time. I've got two lovely kids to raise and things to write and draw. Diet? Stories? Diet? Kids? Diet---? The family and writing and drawing win every time.
But once I hot the floor, I'm happy to be there, I am my bon vivant self, and it all evens out.
But I want to have a con come up and not have these feelings to begin with. Sucks.
"The adoration and praise heaped upon female comics creators who are size 14 and under makes the words come out with great difficulty. It all evens out once I hit the floor, funny and happy to be there."
I want to have a con come up and not have these feelings. Sucks."
I have to wonder about the security level of anyone who questioned the original statement, (not to mention my strong feeling someone went off somewhere going, "Lea says you all got somewhere because you USE YOUR BODIES FOR EVILE!"), and I hope this clears things up.
If I actually thought it wasn't okay to use whatever physical attractiveness and charisma one had at their disposal to sell themselves, I'd go back to wearing the frumpy shit I wore at cons in the early 90's, or avoid them in shame, like I did in the mid-90's. I sure wouldn't encourage fellow female professionals to dress attractively. Moo hoo haha, I'd trick them into wearing potato sacks! I'd slip them butter milkshakes! I'd touch them so the fat rubbed off! (The men have really got to get on the stick with this one, most of them dress like, as Lisa Jonte puts it, Chuckie Finster! Lee Hester and Eric Shanower can't carry you all!)
And, finally, I do know what it's like to be told I got somewhere not based on actual hard work. I'd never have to work again if I'd gotten a penny for every time someone asked me, after Image accepted Cathedral Child for publication, who I had to blow or if I could give them the blackmail pictures of Larry Marder with the barnyard animals. (The latter even more insulting because it suggests no one at Image would take a BJ from a fat chick, so there must be pictures of them in a three-way with a sheepdog and a chicken. Barnyard animal sex more appealing than BJ from fat chick. Wow.)
