19 May 2010
Average Girl: Killing Bugs
I was approached by a guy who asked if I would be interested in doing regular Fetish shoots. He said that I just had to stand there fully clothed and crush things.
Ok I thought.
For $150 a shoot and the promise of continuous work, I could at least meet with him and find out more about it.
Now I know next to nothing about what makes the fetish world tick, so I assumed the things I would be crushing would be inanimate objects like paper cups, or even bubble wrap (who doesn’t secretly love those popping noises). We arranged to meet for coffee and off my little naive self went.
Over a Vida we chatted about the economy, the World Cup, the industry and social media. He is a truly, awesome guy and it was a conversation full of laughs.
Then we started chatting about the shoots.
It turned out that the things I would have to crush … were things that had legs. Several legs in fact.
These things were bugs.
Apparently there is a lucrative market for these kind of fetish shoots, in the more European corners of the globe.
I would be crushing a variety of things from beetles to hissing cockroaches and even spiders… on hearing spiders I nearly passed out. It was simple, girls were filmed whilst they verbally dominated and then killed things like bugs, beetles, creepy crawlies and even goldfish.
At goldfish my heart missed a beat.
I was the kid who cried for 2 days when her goldfish died. I buried them in the garden and even made little graves. I still havent gotten over the fact that around age 11, I unkowingly brought about the demise of my Siamese Fighting Fish. I put her tank on the window sill, because she looked so pretty in the sunshine. I went outside to play and came back inside to an exploded Siamese Fighting Fish.
Anyway back to Fetish shoots. I was surprised to hear how many girls were ok with it, but I guess a girls gotta eat and when I see how long it takes agencies to pay their models and the slice of commission they take. Well I’m not surprised those girls hearts turn to stone.
I went home and thought it over.
I wondered into the kitchen and stared at the smiling Buddha who sits near my sink. I am not at all religious but as I stared at him, surrounded by creatures and children, I was pretty sure that Buddha and I were in agreement here. I really wouldnt feel good about doing this sort of thing.
I am too much of a softie.
I just can’t square squishing little creatures for money, with my inner Jiminy Cricket.
Chasing birds in the company gardens, sipping tea and eating cookies at the quaintly, cool 
