Sunday, August 28, 2011

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Even though I am SURE that my dolls are original because I design them. I often worry that someone will copy them. I have never sold my patterns but it wouldn’t be hard to do. In the world of dolls there are copies galore. At times I think it might be good publicity because as they say, imitation is the greatest flattery, but I remember what it felt like to see one of my (yes copyrighted) dolls changed slightly and cast in resin… I felt violated. I STILL feel like a piece of me was taken and used to satisfy greed.
And it always come back to that for me. “Greedbay” has loosed upon the world some very scary monsters that constantly try to infiltrate Etsy. I have to admit that those monsters understand the integrity and community of the artists on etsy, pretty much the same as we understand them.
I recently experienced the monster mindset from a “friend” of over 40 years who is an apartment manager in Hollywood. He had evicted a 75 year old woman giving her just 3 days to vacate! He admitted that it was not legal, but that it worked to “get rid” of tenants paying low rents because they had been there many years. Like a vulture waiting for something to die he would jump on them the moment some hardship befell them and hand them his infamous 3 day eviction notice. Honest people never question, so it worked. The old woman had to leave some of her things stored there, and he claimed he tried but could not contact her to pick them up.
Well he had asked me to give him a hand cleaning out the closet the stuff was in, and as we tossed out a lifetimes worth of family photos and personal things, he mentioned to me that she had been his friend!!!
In shock I said, but, you evicted her and gave her only 3 days!
And this man that I grew up with snapped back at me with the words:
“Oh, well, that was BUSINESS.”

And suddenly, I understood. I was there because he was trying to start up a side business and he needed a creative mind. I looked back over the years. I remember walking home from school and him writing down the poem I was making up as we walked, for a homework assignment he had.

To the monsters, we are food.
Like a mouse to a cat, maybe fun to play with, but really just food.
We mice need to remember that.
We also need to remember that in the end… Etsy… well for them it’s just business. The only reason they play so nice is because they don’t want to scare away the food.

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