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01/01/12(Sun)01:40 No.5301605My old cosplay group... I had three problems.
One:
that I was the only one in the group with a small amount of skill in
absolutely everything (sewing, props, wigs, makeup, etc) rather than
specializing, meaning I could fill in for anybody at the last minute.
Two:
that most of the others were total slackers. Most of our outfits were
made at least partially in a hotel room. One particularly memorable
time, they had me draping patterns on the dressform at midnight for an
outfit for the masq in less than 24 hours.
Three: that I let
myself work with these people and didn't realize how badly I was being
treated because "they're my old friends!" and "they'd never hurt me!"
I
wish I could say that what made me leave was the convention where they
confiscated all the room's key cards and my ID and locked me in the
hotel room to finish sweatshopping out our masq outfits while they went
to "bring back" dinner and didn't even get me more than a slice of
pizza. That would at least have some dignity to it. Or the time that all
nine of us went to the masq with outfits either made or partially made
by me, I got singled out for an award for my outfit being better than
everybody else's (it was one of those cons that judges groups also as
individuals), and several people in the group threw shitfits about how
it wasn't fair for just me to get recognized when they were in the group
too. No, I put up with all of that like a little beta bitch as well as
some serious badmouthing behind my back until I realized that the shit
behind my back was affecting friendships outside that circle. That made
me decide to woman the fuck up and leave.
I know that one of the
girls from that group is spreading a bunch of shit about me still. I
also know that she was the biggest award-chaser of the group, and since I
left, she hasn't had any award-wins or even nice photos... |