I fear for the lost souls who flood into this industry with high hopes of fame and notoriety. Long gone are the days of yore with their two martini lunches and sweater-set girlfriends in high class hotel rooms, all accomplished in time to return home to their cookie cutter wives. Ad men used to be great, and quotable. Now they are a pack of overstuffed shirts, pounding at their chests, all too excited to whip out the proverbial measuring stick.
Everybody wants to own the next great idea, but I’m sorry to say, there are no original ideas left out there. Only new ways of communicating them. The days of witty dialogues and kinetic energy have left. We are industries, smokestacks pushing out bad ideas and clichés, and when the whistle blows, dead-eyed zombies march away only to return tomorrow.
3 comments:
Hi Jessica,
I hope this means you are again ready to share yourself with the world.
We communicated last summer when you were first starting with your blog, and you fearlessly proclaimed "I am a writer." There are so many out there who pretend that stringing words together is what it is all about - I hope are ready to be fearless again - we all need to hear your voice!
Bob
wow. that is one hell of a valentine.
mr. ogilvy should be ashamed. along with mr. saachi.
please post more, jessica, you got skillz.
Ouch! Succinct and deadly true.
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