Author of Breasts Don't Lie

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A friend called to say, “I had a marketing person check out your website. Is that okay?”
“Sure. I guess,” I said.
“She’ll just poke around and send some recommendations.”
“The website’s already up.”
“Maybe it could be better. It’s free,” she said.
“Okay fine.”

A day passed then came the email. It said, “Well, I guess it is functional. You need to rearrange some things and your photos. We need to talk about your photos.”

My photos?
Immediately I called her. Mild, so mild you could miss them, pleasantries were exchanged.

“Who took the photos?” asked the marketing person.
“Lots of people,” I said.
“You need professional head shots.”
“Really?”
“Of course. What were you thinking putting up those amateurish photographs?”
“I’m a writer not a model,” I said.
“You’re neither with those shots. You squint,” she said.
“The sun was in my eyes.”
“Not in every shot. And you look morose.”

(Uncommon word, now I knew she had literary pretensions.)

“I spend lots of time in front of the computer. Anyway writers have angst, anxiety, addictions,” I said.
“Do you have any of those? It might make you more interesting,” she said.
“Now I need to be Didion or Hemingway. Couldn’t I just be Jennifer Weiner?”
“Think big. Get Botox. And your hair. Grow out your hair.”
“I like my hair short.”
“You look androgynous. And where are the breasts?”
“I have breasts.”
“Yes but you wrote a book about breasts. We need to see them.”
“Do you think I need implants?” I asked.
“Let me do some research.”
“Shouldn’t I be marketing a normal body image and body?”
The phone line went dead.

A day passed. Then she called.
“You can get by without implants but you need to show a modest cleavage. Not as much as that one picture where you look sad.”
“My breasts look sad?”
“No but in that photo you look like a tramp with a migraine.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, I’ll get a photo taken with a suggestion of cleavage and a smile,” I said.
“Smile but don’t squint, get some Botox, keep your mouth closed – too many teeth, maybe get them bleached.”
“Did you pimp out models before this?” I asked thinking of my first husband the art director.
“What are you talking about? I’m trying to help you. Publishing has changed. Marketing has changed. You need to do more, be more, put more out there – but not that much. You must present an image of competence,” she said.
“And competence is beauty and cleavage?”
“Sex still sells.”
“Good bloody grief. I’m a writer. I want to look profound, witty, not Bambi the ‘uber happy, trying too hard, D cup, overage model.’”

I sent an email to the friend who started this brouhaha. It said, “I’m a writer dammit. I don’t model. Most days I squint into the computer screen. Some days I even suffer for my art. On those days, I don’t smile. I smile with my mouth open – you can see my teeth. I like my short hair – my femaleness is not dependent on long hair. My breasts sometimes show and sometimes they don’t. Fuck the Botox.
Tell your marketing person to back off or I’ll review her on Angie’s List.”

Comments on: "I Write Therefore I Am … Not" (8)

  1. You can have my breasts if you want them, I’m tired of them. Although I don’t think they have affected my writing in any way at all. Have you taken that writing course “Long Hair and Dialogue in Comtemporary Lit”?

  2. Keep your breasts. You are correct – they don’t impact our writing. That course sounds wonderful – where do I find it? trudi

  3. Please don’t put up plain vanilla photos. Then you’ll look like everyone else who poses for cookie-cutter portraits – which sort of defeats the purpose of showing your wonderfully unique voice.

  4. steven schwartz said:

    Your words, wisdom and passion on the page are what’s important. You are so authentic – don’t ever change who you are to fit into someone else’s mold. The art is what counts!

  5. Rebecca Greene Dnistran said:

    There is a saying about gift horses and their mouths….. “free” usually comes with a hidden price tag. Did she want you to grow a foot taller as well?

  6. Thank you for the support. Yes, free comes with a price tag – usually. Growing a foot taller would be a stretch …

  7. I love your writing – very entertaining.

  8. Big hug to everyone as we make it through this crazy time of year (and maybe our lives).
    trudi

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