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When it Comes to Reviews, Bad = Bad Ass!

Published July 31, 2014 by Maryanne

SAM_3767“It’s better to be looked over than overlooked.” — Mae West

One of my favorite episodes of “Sex and the City” is when the character Smith Jerrod is the new poster model for “Absolut” vodka and referred to as the Absolut Hunk. That is, until some jealous person scrawls over the ad,  if my memory serves correctly, “Absolut Ass.” (Someone feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).

Smith Jerrod was so put off by the cruel, unnecessary act that he almost quit his acting career. Yet his gal, Samantha, encouraged him. She explained once the gays and teenyboppers embraced him he’d be a hit! And he was.

But dear readers, I’m here to tell you that you don’t need justification from fans. As an artist, writer, musician, etc. — you are already GREAT!  The fact that you are an artist willing to share your work is something to be proud of. Having the desire/will/dedication to publish (or self-published, doesn’t matter) — more power to you! AND … if you are making money to boot, darling you are so THERE!

So, now you have it all — guts to share,  people who enjoy, people who buy, and the blessing of not relying on anything else but your art for a living. Then the bomb drops … a bad review.

Thank God I learned early in my career that a bad review is the total opposite of what you’d think. A bad review is not “bad” at all. In fact, it’s “bad ass.” It simply means: people are reading! It also means people are being provoked by your work, and/or people are jealous (though I like to believe I’m strong enough to accept a bad review without using the word “jealousy” to go tit for tat with a hater). AND it can get you MORE readers — yeah!

When I was a writer in New York City for several publications at News Communications, one of the writers/editors was trashed in a “letter to the editor.”  I was new to the industry and feared she was going to get reprimanded or fired. Luckily I was wrong! The editor cheered her on and said, “People are reading you!” She became the darling of the news room.

A few years later, when I was an editorial assistant at The Montclair Times, I got my first bad review. I had written a feature article on the three tattoo shops in the town. A man from NYC, obsessed with our New Jersey newspaper, griped about hating tattoos and wondered: “…if Maryanne Christiano has any tattoos herself!”

I was ecstatic! Someone was reading me! My first bad review took me to Cloud 9!

That same man wrote letters to The Montclair Times, every three weeks, like clockwork, usually griping about something someone wrote. I saved the funnier ones in a folder. Part of my job as editorial assistant was to confirm “Letters to the Editor.” Eventually I built up a relationship with this man and we became friendly with each other. Another staff member said to me, “I can’t believe you get along with that guy!” This man was infamous for attacking the car of a NYC politician, so the fact that I got along with him was impressive.

Bad reviews don’t mean anything. They are no reflection on your character, not even your talent. Even best selling authors and the hottest rock ‘n’ roll tickets in town get bad reviews. Take for instance, one of my favorite bands, Queen. After seeing them for the third time two weeks ago, I started re-reading “The Queen Story” by George Tremlett, a book I had since I was 13.  I had long forgotten how they were trashed by the music magazines when they first came out. In fact, two journalists in very reputable newspapers trashed them after their amazing show with Adam Lambert. One was so off the money,  I was tempted to write a “Letter to the Editor” about his bad review.

“Go get ’em, Tiger!” my husband said to me. Though after a little research, I realized the journalist was around my age and a musician himself — a good one at that. I re-read the article and though I disagreed with him saying Brian May had a bad voice and his guitar solo was too long, I realized the dude was all about Freddie Mercury, and I’m okay with that. I couldn’t bring myself to trash a fellow middle-aged journalist and Freddie lover. However, his bad review inspired me to visit Google search and give the “thumbs up” for every excellent review I could find about the Queen + Adam Lambert world tour.

I rarely write bad reviews about musicians even though I’ve made a living as a music journalist for many years. Though I’ve given many bad reviews to venues I’ve received bad service, like Whole Foods and a hair salon I won’t mention because the owner stalked me down, harassed me on the telephone and demanded I take the bad review off Yelp. The only reason I did was because we had a mutual friend so I decided to take the high road. I deleted the bad review but will never forget the bad service: a stylist leaving dye and foils in my hair while she went to the bathroom to fight with her husband on a cell phone! (The result, my hair got fixed, two hours later; but she got a divorce. Bad karma, right?)

Bad reviews I’ve given other writers, I can count the times on one hand. The only times I trashed a book were two that were super popular and it was definitely no skin off their ass; and another book that criticized every band she wrote about, because to me that said, “well, then, why even bother?”

I never got people writing about things they hate when reviews come across so much more exciting when you write about what you love (and are knowledgeable about!) Bad reviews never stopped me from seeing a band, seeing a movie, buying a book or a CD. I’ve even befriended people who have gotten “bad reviews” from others. I fail to judge by anyone’s opinion except someone I really trust that knows me inside and out.

The thing I’m getting at here, is that bad reviews are just like mosquito bites. Annoying, but not nearly the end of the earth. The classy way to handle them is just ignore them.

But do embrace those who get you. Some may totally, some may a little, some not at all but like you anyway. What I’ve also learned, as a creative person, though some people may like me and not my work, others may NOT like me, but love my work. The greatest compliment ever was when it got back to me that a person who didn’t like me was trashing my character, but added, “She’s a great poet though.”

Not everyone is going to like everything about you. Some might not like ANYTHING about you. The cool thing is, it’s no reflection on you or your merit in the art/music/publishing world. The bad critic has no real power over you — especially when others are digging what you wrote and you’re selling art, books, articles, etc. and have been doing so for many years. In fact, a bad review may do many good things, like getting the right people curious or inspiring your true fans to defend you.

While there’s always room for improvement, never beat yourself up over a bad review. Take all reviews with a grain of salt. Don’t compromise your style or voice to appease a critic. And for God’s sake — keep creating!

Sex “Bomb” and the City

Published August 8, 2013 by Maryanne

sex bomb

Two years ago I watched “Sex and the City” for the first time. Fell madly in love with the show and watched every episode — several times.

The other day I got an Amazon gift card and decided to check out the book.

I was disappointed.

Here is the review I posted on Amazon:

I watched “Sex and the City” for the first time two years ago and fell in love with it. I knew the book was going to be different — and in most cases the book is better.

I somehow missed the original “Sex and the City” column in the Observer, so I had nothing to go by. However, around the same time there was another sex/dating column that ran in the New York Press by a young lady named Judy McGuire. The column was called “Date Girl.” McGuire’s column was hilarious and a great read! When I worked in NYC I looked forward to Tuesday evenings when new The New York Press was published and I read “Date Girl” religiously. I think I was expecting “Sex and the City” — the book — to be cute, fun, cool and honest like McGuire’s writing always was.

So I got the “Sex and the City” book a few days ago. It was a turn-pager only because I was wondering if it was ever going to get better. I didn’t “get” the characters as many were dull, egotistical and needy. It was like, “yeah, whatever.”

Not to mention, the book was poorly edited. Grammatical mistakes practically jumped off the pages.

There were some funny parts, like the “nanny camera” story, but for the most part it was boring, depressing and definitely not empowering for a woman.

Shoes That Make a Point

Published March 11, 2013 by Maryanne

One Toe

Cartoon swiped from Google search

I love going shopping with my husband because he’s an artist and he truly appreciates me trying on clothes.

I’m petite, only 5’2″ at most and my husband adores this, so he loves picking out clothes for me. And he has that artistic eye that can automatically see what looks good before you even put it on.

That said, I always have a blast shopping with him. When I’m torn between two pair of tights — which color matches better — I can always count on him to give me the perfect answer.

Yesterday we had a beautiful day in New Jersey and decided to do some shopping in Red Bank. After record shopping, a certain clothing shop caught my eye and I’m like, ‘Let’s go in here.”

After buying three great pieces, I spotted some cute polka dotted shoes. They were slip on mules but with a very pointed toe. “What do you think?”

Like me, Dennis loved the polka dots, but hated the pointy toe. He explained that I don’t have a “pointy toe” personality. What is a “pointy toe” personality?

“Someone who is  [and he made a weird noise that sounded like “eeehhhhh/nayyehhhh”] in your face. Your personality is sweet and subtle.”

Ahhh, I knew EXACTLY what he was talking about! Kinda like the women who were shopping in that very same store. Very loud. Major sense of privilege. Has to be center of attention. SCREAMING in your ear while you’re shopping. Baby talking to their children, giving no respect to fellow customers, acting as if the world belongs to them — and them alone. Eww!

(Not to mention that he pointed out that pointy shoes make your toes look deformed — and he definitely has a POINT! — pun always intended!).

Then he continued to point out how he used pointy shoes to draw wicked characters in cartoons.

His observations made so much sense. I thought about the show where I saw the most pointy shoes ever … “Sex and the City.” Whenever Carrie Bradshaw was bitching about a relationship, there she was, walking in the street, toes pointed 10 to 2, and those pointy shoes coming straight at the camera!

Now, I love this show, but the image and the association with these types of females — “EEhhhh/nayyehhh” could have easily replaced anything that was coming out of Sarah Jessica Parker’s mouth. No wonder so many men hate that show! It truly stereotypes a certain kind of woman that is self-serving, whining and always putting herself first. The pointy shoes just add to that character. If you notice, whenever Carrie is in a vulnerable situation, she’s barefoot. And I never realized this before!

But of course the Sarah Jessica Parker is likeable. She had to be in order for the show to be successful.

The real life women in those shoes are as horrid and wicked as the points portray! They’ll push you out of their way when they are looking at something. They will stand, practically on top of you. They are totally oblivious to what is around them. They will shriek into their cell phones no matter who they are annoying.

If this is how these women treat their fellow female shoppers, I can only imagine how badly they treat their husbands! But then again anyone who marries a woman like that must be equally as obnoxious so I don’t feel sorry for them one bit!

So, as always, when shopping for my summer shoes, I will continue to gravitate to shoes that say sweet and pretty: ballerina flats, open-toe sandals, feminine platforms, or cute punky Converse sneakers. And the beauty of it will be that as always, my feet will feel just as good as I take off the shoes as they did when I first put them on.

No corns or blisters on these happy feet! Bring on the summer!