Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Tuesday, Mar. 15, 2005 - 10:46 p.m.

I am constantly amazed at the consistency with which people underestimate me. The guy at work who referred me for my job (whom I have known for 5 years), went off on me yesterday about how I need to spend a couple thousand dollars on a studio for making my jewelry if I want to be taken seriously and make a living at it. (This despite the fact he knows nothing about anything I make.) Then today at work, he's all "did you buy your kilns and torches yet?" And I'm like "not since last night, no." He then proceeds to lecture me on procrastination and art and how I need to spend money to make money, sparking off an entire inner monologue in my head that ran along the lines of hello, mr. realism, i have been driving a car around for the last 4 months with tape and a plastic bag for a window because i can't afford to repair it; what in god's name on this green planet makes you think i have a thousand dollars to plunk down on a set of fucking kilns, but I stayed quiet and let him rant...until he started telling me how I need to take pictures of my product and come up with a plan, etc. etc. etc. At that point, I had to put my foot down and say uh, yeah, excuse me, but I am already selling professionally and have my own dotcom, thank you. Which met with shocked silence for about 2.2 seconds, and then he demanded the url. Which I gave him, and he immediately typed into his browser. My page pops up, and he's all stunned amazement:

"This is YOU???"

Yes. That is, in fact, me. I am not a pie-in-the-sky, inactive dreamer. I have not spent the last 2 years reading business manual after business manual, subscribing to this or that, developing a web site, learning web design, studying jewelry and trends, taking photos and sitting for literally hundreds of hours in front of a computer screen editing them (not to mention all the lighting lessons I had to learn via trial and error before they came out right), and plunking down well over $7000 of my hard-earned cash for a hobby. Why people might think I have is beyond me. As are their righteous lectures on how I should run my life.

I am woman, people. If you don't get that yet, you are going to be in very sorry shape by the time I am done with you.

Hear me friggin' roar.

Peace out,
Katie

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