The Backlash Against Bigfoot Journalists: Dodging Barbs on the Sasquatch Beat

Me (left) and Laura (right), posing with the Bigfoot statue in front of the China-Flat Museum in Willow Creek, CA, the Bigfoot capital of the world. And no, we didn't have these taken at the same time. We hadn't even spoken yet. // Photo credits: Jordan Cerminara & Kelsey Ray

As you all know from my first post, writing about Bigfoot is kinda my thing.

While covering the Bigfoot beat over the last six months, I’ve met fascinating people from all walks of life—academics, scientists, hunters, hobbyists, backwoods buckaroos—all earnest in their examinations of the elusive creature. And for the most part, when I wanted to get people’s takes on the subject, they were happy, even tickled to chat.

Others however… were big, fat, fucking dicks.

Even though I made it clear that I’m agnostic about whether Sasquatch exists, some people automatically assumed I was a “true believer” merely by association, instantly loathing me.

Sasquatch, my strange blog, and why I’m fucking special

A photo of me with green hair in a very messy room

Not many reporters have made Sasquatch their journalistic focus, and that’s understandable. Bigfoot is a topic rarely taken seriously, and there exists a pervasive fear that merely entertaining the idea of Bigfoot could besmirch a person’s good name. And I totally get it. Some people should probably be worried, even terrified of the career repercussions associated with covering the subject.

Fortunately for you, I, Krissy Eliot—am a notoriously different breed.