Okay, bear with me for a second. I dealt with some crappy stuff this weekend, and some “jokes” that really upset me. It kind of got me down. Comics have been so good to me, and indie comics / webcomics / the group I mostly deal with are so welcoming. Sometimes, though, the older guys in this business have no idea when to quit, or what’s acceptable to say.
I ended up, a few times, being the only female creator in a group of men who’ve been in this business a long time. I heard stuff I didn’t want to hear, was expected to laugh at things I didn’t like, and essentially had to play nice with people while they acted like bigots.
I was feeling down, and really self-conscious. Then, this movie comes on TV. This silly movie! The last night of my trip. I hadn’t seen it in years. I forgot the message. I had no idea how much I needed it.
I’m a blonde, blue-eyed college drop-out. People don’t always take me seriously. I get that. They laugh at me or flirt with me, and all it makes me want to do is try harder. Be better. Succeed on my own damn merit.
I have no time for the boys’ club. I have comics to make.