Sometimes I wonder if I ever want to be a creative director simply because I hate approving shit so much. Other people get a hard-on doing it, because of the power trip involved. But I went into advertising mainly to create … and for the free snacks. And the hot chicks.
Although to be honest, I’ve yet to get laid because of advertising. Never hooked up with a coworker – even though ad agencies are hotbeds of hotties - because I’ve never been comfortable with the idea of dating at work. And I’ve never hooked up with a model or actress at any of my shoots, because my dumb ass never comes up with ads that feature tons of luscious swimsuit models…
CLIENT: So what ads are you presenting this time? Hopefully ads with Playboy Playmates wearing thongs. Because we absolutely have to do ads with thong-wearing Playmates.
ME: Uh, no … this campaign features retired accountants sitting around a table, eating clam chowder.
CLIENT: But, but we’re a lingerie company.
ME: Well I only come up with advertising that feature old men with hair coming out their ears. Sorry. If you want a copywriter who only casts beautiful actresses with sexual addiction problems, I’m not your guy.