FM Application: Topic #56
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power. -Abraham Lincoln
My boss wasn't always the jackass he is now.
Calvin Pratt came from humble beginnings. And if he wasn't as inherently evil as I tell the people I trust not to repeat it to him that he is, he probably would be a lot different of a person. He probably would have taken everything that he learned, everything that he's worked so hard for, and he'd be giving it away like Bill Gates.
Instead he convinces borderline "fat" girls that they just might have a chance, if they sleep with him. He trades desperate agents gigs for drugs so that they're washed up models don't leave them and they can actually keep their name in the industry. He only keeps his job because his boss is pushing fourty and he makes her feel threatened by that and by how people won't respond as well to her as they will to some like him. Mid-twenties, still handsome, completely in the know, and exactly where he needs to be to keep her company on top of a game that swallows girls, boys, CEOs, and entires agencies whole on a daily basis.
He's a shark.
He convinced me to come here because he said that I could be a model. Which I wouldn't have bought if he'd asked me for money or tried to sleep with me. But he said I had a great body for swimwear and a commercial face and that he could get me work. And at the time, the kind of work he said he could get me sounded a Hell of a lot better than waiting tables and holding my mother's hair back while she threw up every night from overdose or too much alcohol or withdrawal. It all depended on the night.
Not a lot of people know that Calvin's mom was a hooker, and he has these big anger management issues over all the men who exploited her just so she could put shoes on his feet and food on their table.
Now he practically does the same thing to a thousand vulnerable girls who just don't know any better to put $2,000 shoes on his own feet.
I used to be young and idealistic once. My life was hard, and when your life is hard, you like to thing that suffering brings about strength of character. That anyone who ever has to work for anything will always appreciate where they get to for where they've been and the broken glass they had to crawl across to get there.
Then I met Calvin and I realized just how easy it is to forget.
But you know, I'm not a saint. I still work for him.
It's a better life than I'd have without him.
~*~Izzi Mancini * BTVS * WordCount: 452~*~
My boss wasn't always the jackass he is now.
Calvin Pratt came from humble beginnings. And if he wasn't as inherently evil as I tell the people I trust not to repeat it to him that he is, he probably would be a lot different of a person. He probably would have taken everything that he learned, everything that he's worked so hard for, and he'd be giving it away like Bill Gates.
Instead he convinces borderline "fat" girls that they just might have a chance, if they sleep with him. He trades desperate agents gigs for drugs so that they're washed up models don't leave them and they can actually keep their name in the industry. He only keeps his job because his boss is pushing fourty and he makes her feel threatened by that and by how people won't respond as well to her as they will to some like him. Mid-twenties, still handsome, completely in the know, and exactly where he needs to be to keep her company on top of a game that swallows girls, boys, CEOs, and entires agencies whole on a daily basis.
He's a shark.
He convinced me to come here because he said that I could be a model. Which I wouldn't have bought if he'd asked me for money or tried to sleep with me. But he said I had a great body for swimwear and a commercial face and that he could get me work. And at the time, the kind of work he said he could get me sounded a Hell of a lot better than waiting tables and holding my mother's hair back while she threw up every night from overdose or too much alcohol or withdrawal. It all depended on the night.
Not a lot of people know that Calvin's mom was a hooker, and he has these big anger management issues over all the men who exploited her just so she could put shoes on his feet and food on their table.
Now he practically does the same thing to a thousand vulnerable girls who just don't know any better to put $2,000 shoes on his own feet.
I used to be young and idealistic once. My life was hard, and when your life is hard, you like to thing that suffering brings about strength of character. That anyone who ever has to work for anything will always appreciate where they get to for where they've been and the broken glass they had to crawl across to get there.
Then I met Calvin and I realized just how easy it is to forget.
But you know, I'm not a saint. I still work for him.
It's a better life than I'd have without him.
~*~Izzi Mancini * BTVS * WordCount: 452~*~