about a certain ronnie

Have you ever met with those limp – no, make that broken-wristed – faggots who assume that they are oh-so-tasteful?

Nothing against men who like men: I think they’re very witty and tasteful and they’re a hoot and a holler to be around. Sincerely.

But there’s this particular one at work who is so driving me up the wall. He’s the editor, my editor, as (mis)fortune would have it, and has taken it upon himself to critique my work, given that I’m a newbie and all.

I appreciate a good critique; tell me where I had gone wrong, what can be improved upon – wonderful. I like to know what’s to be made better, so I can become better as well. But no, this chap tells me “well, it does not look like it’s been a quantum improvement but it is better than the last.”

Ye gods. How do you answer that??


Thankfully my art director (bless him) had come into the picture and explained to the fair-skinned editor that the pictures provided by the client aren’t exactly useable, considering quite a few of the shots are close-ups and while there are a few there aren’t enough to make a page work as well as we’d like it to.

And the editor was quiet upon hearing that. The way he had gone about it is almost like it was personal. Heck I don’t get what that was all about but I sure would like to know why.

I don’t think it’s jealousy – they don’t get jealous over girls who behave like they have more balls than they do. I am, therefore, not a threat to his manhood. Maybe it’s just the kind of thing that happens when you’re new. Something about editors and newbies. Editors bitch a lot and I simply stay away.

I sincerely hope, though, that this time I can stick around long enough to learn something. Like how to deal with people who give ‘gay’ a bad name.

..fortunately, the other one seated right beside of him is sweet in manner. I’m glad, in that aspect. If they are together, good. Because one is nasty enough for the two of them and the other is sweet enough to offset that bad karma.