“WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?” shouted the fellow at the party. He was an older gentleman, a writer, distinguished looking. He stood next to my friend Tom, a commercial director. I smiled and responded shouting over the loud party noise. “I’M A SCRIPT SUPERVISOR” He tilted his head and replied “A STRIPPER?” Tom started laughing and said “YES! SHE’S A STRIPPER!” At this point the distinguished writer was tagged by another mingler and left our group for a new conversation...still believing I was a stripper.
It was a party for writers…a decidedly different breed of people than film people. Not knowing anyone at the party aside from my director friend, I promised myself I would meet five new people. I mingled, crashed conversations, and nodded thoughtfully while listening to the literate people talk. I met my quota and as I was starting to say my goodbyes… around the corner appeared an actual film person!!! Claire, a set decorator I knew, had just arrived. Of course we gravitated together and caught up on gossip, and most importantly who’s working. (the two topics crew love to talk about)
As we were talking I noticed her glaring at a writer on the other side of the room. “What that about?” I inquired. She said, “That woman introduced me as … “oh, she’s just a film person.” Claire was pretty ticked. I began to look around. Do all these published writers think that we are “just film people” too? Are we lesser individuals because we are part of a collaborative creative process, unlike their singular creative genius?
I have never experienced feeling snubbed when telling a “civilian" what I do. After a summed up explanation of what a script supervisor does the typical response is “That sounds like an exciting job.” Or, I get the deer in headlights look that says, “I have no response to that,” or really impressed like when Dilbert artist Scott Adams met a script supervisor.
So, we brushed off the statement deciding that she was just a bitch and hadn’t had it in months. As I continued mingling I found myself wondering what the next writer’s response would be to what I did for a living… maybe telling them I was a stripper was the way to go. It worked for Diablo Cody.
Been snubbed lately?