Writing my own comics [instead of writing for Marvel] has been like trying to break up with a really hot, billionaire boyfriend who also happens to be a smothering control freak. I want to walk away, I know I should walk away — and hell, I have walked away — but it’s hard to stay away. The X-Men are better than a diamond necklace. The X-Men are a beautiful, false promise. And the attention that one receives for writing the X-Men, or any Marvel property, is equally as addictive. But in the long run it leaves you with nothing: no creative ownership, no retirement fund, nothing that is yours. The experience is amazing, but in the end, I had to forge ahead and do my own thing.
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Marjorie Liu (February 2016)
I find this is also true of working for a huge technology company. After being laid off and coming back, and having my division sold off, and being invited back, people ask me why I’d consider going back.
I told them it’s like dating an asshole boyfriend who’s rich as hell. The experiences aren’t great but the fucker PAYS FOR EVERYTHING.
I’ve taken that bad boyf back so many times 🙁
(via taterpie)