I knew...
…I would catch a lot of flack when I signed on to cover Fashion Week for Nonsociety. I knew that their detractors are brutal; they take no prisoners. Following the account of an unemployed girl traipsing through the tents with no other purpose than to enjoy herself, take pictures, and write about the experience, well, that might make my blood boil, too. But I also knew that to work with Julia and Meghan would be an incredible opportunity, and I saw no reason to turn it down, especially after a spirit-crushing job loss. They recognize talent and have given me the credentials and platform to write and edit my own work, and anyone would be crazy not to take this project and run with it at top speed.
Whenever I find myself in a painful or awkward situation, Kate reminds me, “It will be good for the book!” (We both have designs on publishing brilliant memoirs someday.) I have had to repeat that mantra on many occasions this week, and especially upon discovering that I had become a fresh target for Nonsociety’s naysayers. But if I want to be a writer in New York City, I must learn to take criticism with a stiff upper lip and separate that which is constructive (a book review in the Times, perhaps) from the inane bullshit shoveled by anonymous motherfuckers. Hell, even my mother rolled her eyes and said, “Jesus, Cary, suck it up! Haters gonna hate!”
