Primadonna

more modeling for NYC art studio

“Primadonna” one of the students said when he went to get the heater.

I was starting to freeze my ass off. My feet were becoming glacial.

They had me in one of those sitting poses again, the kinds I hate where my boobs weigh me down, they weigh a ton so sitting normally is not comfortable.

One of them painted me as Picasso.

During the entire seance I tried to think “you are the biggest badass on earth” and adjust my face accordingly.

But he said he chose blue for my lips because I had been cold, the studio was cold and I needed the heater.

There were just a few artists/students around, and they were older men.

And they really got my goat. The following is an actual conversation that was had this morning.

“Your best bet is to marry a rich man in New York.” says a guy painting me. “Like Trump…”
“Have you seen the Carly Simon anti-Trump ad? ‘You’re so Vain’? It’s very good. She gave her permission to use the song for the anti-Trump ad.” I answer.
“No, you really should marry a rich man. Such as Trump.”
“I have absolutely no interest in that and wish to express my absolute disdain for such an idea.” I respond.
“You could live in the Trump Tower and I hear he is very affectionate.”
I continue to express my absolute disdain.
“But you know once the guy dies, with the will…”
“Money isn’t everything.” I say with certainty.
The other guys chime in and disagree.
“There are more important and valuable things. Like creativity.” I say.
“Money is important” they all seem to say.
“No, creativity, to live your life free and even to choose your own death.” I conclude.

The aberrant misogyny and underlying assumptions that informed their statements made me wonder if I should bring a machete to the next class and chop off their balls.

I dunno about these guys.

I tried to work on them though.