I don't feel I have anything to say about Occasional Superheroine's Goodbye To Comics, other than that it deserves to be widely read by anyone who thinks the Anglophone comics industry is not permeated by misogyny, or that there is no connection between the treatment of fictional superheroines and the treatment of real flesh-and-blood women. It's depressing, enraging, sickening, and eloquent as hell.
And it isn't just the misogyny that enrages me, though that, believe me, is enough. It's things like this:
I was told to go into my office, close the door, and scream at this freelancer until he cried. I wasn't told to simply "be firm." I was told to scream at him until he cried and scare the living shit out of him.
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I mean, Jesus Christ, people, how is this acceptable behaviour from one professional to another? What the hell kind of working relationship can you have with someone if you hold them in such contempt that you think making them cry is an acceptable response to lateness?
Are they five years old? No, scratch that: five-year-olds have more compassion than this. Five-year-olds have more sense. Urgh!
