Theatre producer Alex Ben-Mayor doesn’t do it for the ladies
I wouldn’t describe myself as a simple farm boy who gets swept up in an epic story of romance and heroism to become the stuff of campfire legend.
I wouldn’t describe myself as a simple farm boy who gets swept up in an epic story of romance and heroism to become the stuff of campfire legend.
What am I not? Hard to say. Publishing a book has inflated my ego. Sometimes people have to remind me that I’m not Philip Roth or Virginia Andrews… That said, I don’t look like a writer—I think. I’ve got more of a disgruntled-gym-teacher/veteran-garbage-collector thing going on.
I do not sleep with my clients or watch them have sex.
I’m not the Grim Reaper.
I’m not a born again Christian vegan activist hipster marathon runner who drives an El Camino. I hate El Caminos.
I really struggle to call myself an environmentalist, at least in the traditional sense, even though I’ve founded a website to do with sustainability.
I am not a drugstore pharmacist. I don’t even look like a pharmacist – no white coat.
I’m not interested in changing the mind of anyone who doesn’t like technology, I just want to help those with a sparkle of curiosity to see what joys lie within our geeky little world, and help those self-confessed nerds know they’re not alone and help them find their networks and collaborators, wherever they may be.
I wouldn’t describe myself as apathetic, judgmental, or dull. I’m not modest or self-conscious about my body. I’m not close-minded. I’m not dressed a lot of the time, especially in the summer.
I’m not at a loss for words. I’m not as disciplined as I want to be. I’m not a person who misses deadlines. I’m not afraid to rewrite. I’m not always eager to write, but I do it anyway. I’m not afraid of rejections – which is good because I received 114 of ’em before getting my first book contract.
I am not a casket salesman. I do not attempt to make a funeral into a retail transaction.