I’ve been covering events in the office for quite a while and I’ve known the drills and the protocols. I really don’t mind being hit on the head by huge cameras or shoved with the elbow just because everyone needed a good spot. It’s understandable.
But as I look around amongst these geared people, I noticed that there were very few women. In fact, there were just the two of us. How come?!
My motto has always been: Only the strong survives. I will never get a good picture, if I don’t hustle up and “be a man”. Being jostled has been and will always be part of the action in covering events. Sometimes you’ll get a bruise, that’s okay. Sometimes you get into a fight with a big bully who wanted all the spaces that his fat ass could accommodate, still that’s okay. I don’t usually fight back. I am too timid for that.
One thing I learned though is that you really need to be a thick-faced person to get good shots. A colleague would often advise me, “Being shameless will get you far! Be considerate and you’ll get nothing but a sea of heads occupying a major space on your frame!”
raytsbaron 