with Mir Kamin
I'm a freelance writer and mother of two working from home, which theoretically means I can set my own schedule so as to best accommodate my family. In reality, "flexible hours" often equals "working too much." Yes, I'm my own boss; no, that doesn't mean life is easy. It's hard to leave the office when you live there. But I love what I do and feel very lucky. And not just because I get paid to work in my pajamas.
To learn more about Mir, check out her profile on Work It, Mom! or visit her blog at http://www.wouldashoulda.com/
All publicity is good publicity. All publicity is good publicity. All publicity is good publicity. If I keep saying it, maybe eventually I’ll believe it. Right? All publicity is good publicity….
A few weeks ago, I did a small segment with a local radio station, and was pleased with the results. I felt the piece represented me well, and it brought me some extra traffic, and no one I knew in real life heard the interview. Heh. (That may not seem like a perk, but to me it totally was.)
Shortly after the radio thing, I was then contacted by our local NBC affiliate to ask if I’d mind being interviewed for the news. This happened on a day when I had a sick kid at home and a million things going on, and I really wanted to say no… but I knew it was an opportunity, so I said yes.
Is this story starting to sound familiar?
Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m still grateful for the exposure, obviously. But the thrust of the piece was definitely “The economy is tanking and these women are making money off of your misfortune,” which certainly wouldn’t have been my choice. I was smart enough (this time!) to refuse to address the earnings question, but then it was used in the interview footage as a sort of supporting evidence that I must be making those famed imaginary buckets of money, and when I saw the interview, my heart sank.
My one redeeming hope was that no one local would’ve seen the clip.
Yesterday I was picking my kids up from school early for an appointment, and the school secretary greeted me and then crowed, “I saw you on the news! About your website!”
I froze. Then I smiled and said something about how Yeah, it was pretty exciting to have the news come cover little ol’ me, even if they did make it out like I’m running an empire over here, hahaha! There was chuckling and agreement and then I grabbed my children and left. On our way out, my daughter told me that the art and music teachers had been talking about having seen me on the news, too.
The kids’ school is pretty economically diverse, but we live in an area which is (overall) fairly poverty-ridden. To be “outed” in the school community this way—with, again, the insinuation that I’m wealthy—is not only annoying because it’s inaccurate, but I worry that it may have repercussions for my kids.
Also, I had to spend a little bit of time with my head on my desk, wondering why people seem to think it’s anyone’s damn business how much money a person makes. I… look, I simply don’t have that curiosity. About anyone. Why is it so pervasive?
And how do I continue to navigate activities over at the school without feeling like the staff is all talking about me?
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