Do As I Say, Not As I Do.
November 24, 2010 by ohmybilk
I have a lot of friends that went into creative fields. Advertising, visual media, writing, marketing – there’s a pretty diverse group of people with whom I socialize that have funky glasses, questionably professional clothing and a snobby taste in music.
Lately, I’ve found myself irritated with friends of mine in the advertising and graphic design fields for what I felt was excessive professional arrogance when it came to their own talents. I got sick of hearing comments about how clients were questioning their expertise, clients with the audacity to suggest minor, incremental changes to a design or product. After all, these are the friends who cried, “I WENT TO SCHOOL FOR THIS LIKE NOT EVEN 2 YEARS AGO – I THINK I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING OK, RIGHT, OK?”
I put myself into the shoes of these clients who are, presumably, paying good money for a product and a solution. I thought to myself, “You know what? They have a right to stand up and assert their opinion. Designers/marketers/advertisers don’t always know best, right?”
This week, I walked the proverbial mile in someone else’s smelly moccasins. I’m employed as a writer, and someone had the gall, the audacity, the nerve to question what I thought was compelling copy.
Halfway through several rants to my friends and colleagues, I checked Twitter with a preoccupied mind and came across one of those designers I had been high and mighty toward (in my head, where high and mighty comments seem even haughtier than they do out loud) complaining about yet another client. And I realized that, as strong as I deny it from my proper little pedestal, writing is no higher a calling than the other arts. I had no right to decry the accusations of others when I was doing the same thing at the same time.
Just to be clear – this didn’t make me feel better. It just made me realize I was pouting incessantly like a little bitch. But sometimes that’s what a writer needs – someone to remind him that he’s just a little stain in the giant diaper bin of life.
It was kind of a nice wake-up call.