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This made me want to talk about what happened in December 2008 when I submitted sample cartoons to the @NewYorker and the (then) Assistant Cartoons Editor, Farley Katz, suggested we meet at a bar on a Friday night to talk about my submissions (posted throughout this thread). https://twitter.com/AllieGoertz/status/1275838079996014593">https://twitter.com/AllieGoer...
I was working at the New York Post as a graphic artist and we had a connection via a mutual colleague. I emailed him some sample comics. He replied he had notes and we should meet up to go over them.
I floated the idea of a coffee meeting (still have the emails to prove this). He said, "I& #39;ll be coming from a Maker& #39;s Mark event, so I think there& #39;s no making a U-Turn after that." I was 28 and excited about the New Yorker. He had the power, so I went with it.
We met at Sidebar at 9pm, ordered beer, and quickly went over my comics. He suggested we play pool, and at some point he initiated awkwardly making out at the pool table. I thought I made myself visibly reluctant, but no cues were picked up on.
I didn& #39;t know what to do. I didn& #39;t want to lose my chance at a dream gig or hurt his feelings, thinking there must& #39;ve been a way I gave him the wrong idea. I was uncomfortable, but I let him kiss me. At least we were in public.
He then suggested we go to his place to "listen to some records." I somehow overcame my own insecurities and outwardly told him no, because I didn& #39;t want it to lead to anything more. He promised it wouldn& #39;t. I still told him no.
He pushed and said if I wasn& #39;t having fun, he& #39;d pay for my cab home. I went, genuinely thinking he wouldn& #39;t try anything. When we got there, he gave me a tour. The tour ended in his bedroom where he forcibly kissed me and said "It can be casual, it doesn& #39;t have to mean anything."
I told him I said no before we got there and that I wanted to go home. He was extremely annoyed. He pouted and reluctantly walked me outside, where he gave me the cab fare he& #39;d promised ($20 for a ride from Brooklyn to Queens, apparently he& #39;d never taken a cab).
I still took his advice from the bar meeting and worked even harder on my subsequent submissions because I was scared I& #39;d offended him. He said "no sale." His tone had completely changed. There were no more notes. It was clear the door was closed. I was devastated.
