Time to gear up for another humbling battle
By Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan Baltimore Sun Staff
The Man who had power over my destiny was tall, sharply dressed and had a crisp, Euro accent.
It was just before the Hugo Boss fashion show last season, and I desperately needed him to believe I was important. In just seconds, he would decide whether to let me in.
"I'm with The Baltimore Sun," I explained.
"Baltimore?" he asked, looking over at a colleague. "What country is that?"
"It's American," she said, sounding nastier than a PMSing Shannen Doherty. "And it's a newspaper."
With that, the Man swiftly walked away. And a cashmered elbow suddenly emerged from behind and shoved me aside. Read more