by Danna Writes
Recently, I was told off by a curator for innocently remarking that I admired a certain photographer’s work. “I need to educate you on what is in and what is out before you make big mistakes,” she snapped with authority, implying that a peon like me doesn’t deserve to have a contrary opinion. It felt like I was back in high school trying hard to fit in with the popular kids, begging my mom to rush me to the mall after school so I could buy a cropped jean jacket (that I didn’t even like) just so I could blend in.
I didn’t say anything back and forced my bright former-sorority-girl-smile to mask my hurt feelings. I’ve wished ever since that I’d been able to come up with the perfect polite yet strong retort at the spur of the moment. Some lucky people are able to disarm an insult like tennis players lob balls across the court. I have never been one of them.
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