Thank you to the little boy that shouted ‘I LOVE YOUR DOG!’ at Bailey and I today. Made my day. I love him too.
Coaching was soggy but atmospheric tonight. #winteriscoming
Colour wheels for projects, coffee, packing orders… Tuesdays! 😊
I don’t even know what this eejit is at anymore… 🙈📦🐶
This is the face of someone who just cranked out 3 miles with me before the Ladies Football Finals. An Dún abú! 🐶🔴⚫️
In his natural habitat, trying to make me fall down holes. 🙈
Good morning! Studio painting day is a GO! ⚪️👊
Bailey vs Brush: the twice a week struggle 😁
I don’t normally post this sort of shite on here but in light of a remark made to my mother about me, I feel like I need to address the amount of rampant misogyny in my profession.
In June last year, I approached a local photographer about doing a day a week work experience which became a 3 day a week internship in the beginning of this year and which has accumulated in me now working full time in a post that my boss and I have developed for myself.
My fancy job title is “studio manager” in a steadily growing studio near my town where I have worked incredibly hard (while having another job) to earn my place and “prove my worth”. Not because my new boss expected me to but because I felt like that’s what I should do. My boss is brilliant to work with and takes a lot of what I say on board despite being a middle aged man and I’ve seen his attitude to worldwide issues, especially gender equality and misogyny, change for the better.
Yesterday, someone my family knows met mum down the street and said ‘I had done well for myself’ in a derogatory way to which mum put such a person in their place detailing the hard work both my boss and I have done. Mum was fuming but dealt with it as the wonderful lady she is.
Today I was on the first location shoot of two and had a client assume I was the wife or daughter of my boss. If I had a fiver for every time this has happened us in my tenure, I’d be pretty rich. It’s CONSTANTLY assumed and my boss is brilliant and laughs it off while saying how important I am to his business.
A few weeks ago, someone who does not know me assumed my OTHER co-worker was my boyfriend while I was at my computer. At my desk. Doing work.
My profession is oversaturated with dudes. At least in my neck of the woods. I knew this when I used to have to jostle for position in overcrowded photo pits and asked if I needed a hand with my settings. This isn’t new but it’s incredibly aggravating and just plain stupid.
But why the hell is it assumed that I’m the add on or I’m here because I’m related or with one of my male counterparts? It’s endlessly frustrating and undermines how hard I’ve worked, and other women in my field have. Since when was it normal to be such an assuming nosy hole?