Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Essay 4163


Here’s the latest idiotic perspective from Advertising Age’s Small Agency Diary, followed by MultiCultClassics musings…

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Where Are All the Women In This Biz?

Guy Humor’s Great, but It Only Goes So Far

By Millie Olson

Recently the head of another small West Coast agency asked me if I knew of a couple of “interactive women” he could hire. He was hoping to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, as he also had a product they’d created for women, and thought this new team could figure out how to sell it.

For women, I wondered. Is it pink or something? Actually, it is, he said. And, well, that’s the name of the product, too. I wished him success.

But the truth is if I could find that team, I’d hire them first. And it might not be so easy.

When we started Amazon 11 years ago, I feared we’d be yesterday’s news, fighting a battle from an earlier decade. We were a couple of tall creative women calling themselves Amazons (not knowing that a small online book company had launched a few months earlier with the same name). And we were doing it in San Francisco, where so many creative guys (and I do mean guys) had famously left the nest to launch successful shops of their own. (There are many sons of Hal Riney, but no daughters.) We weren’t just about marketing to women, but marketing by women did set us apart, from the moment we walked into a room.

So here we are, well into the 21st century, and in some ways things haven’t changed since the 70s. Most creative departments are still boys’ clubs. My husband was Chiat Day’s first San Francisco creative director. He worked at other good agencies, including a couple with his name on the door. Every one of them was a boys’ club. They had hoops and pool tables and messed around in the office doing stuff like lighting their farts. Huh? What was it about junior high that was just too great to leave behind?

Anyhow, American advertising is still guy advertising, still the voice of a 28-year-old guy who thinks poop is hilarious. Don’t get me wrong, I love that hit-you-straight-between-the-eyes, pull-no-punches advertising; it’s what lured me into this business and taught me copywriting. I love guy humor, especially its ultimate flowering in every Super Bowl. But didn’t the mix of violence and ugliness reach some kind of apex this past January? When someone got slugged in the face over a beer and even pharma ads showed a guy being mugged? (I won’t whine about the ax murderer; I loved it.)

But surely there’s room for another voice? My business partner Lynda Pearson says it like this: we try to make advertising that is beautiful, funny or wise, or if we’re lucky, all three. Are we doing it? Is it a different voice? (Check it out at amazonadv.com, and let me know.) Are there other voices out there straining to be heard, ready to change the look and feel of 21st century advertising?

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Where are all the women in this biz? Um, hoarding all the minority employment slots?

The group that has most benefited from affirmative action—i.e., White women—is well represented on Madison Avenue. Sure, they don’t hold as many power positions as the Good Ol’ Boys. But they’re light years ahead of every non-White-Man segment. Has Olson really suffered by taking full advantage of her minority status over the years? Hell, her rant was literally preceded by posts from two other White women executives.

Perhaps Olson should seek advice from her Small Agency Diary mates. Bart Cleveland would wonder if her portfolio was the cause of her inability to blow up. And Marc Brownstein, after consulting with his agency’s founder and father, might hire her—if she took a blood test and proved to be related to the family.

Olson asked, “Are there other voices out there straining to be heard, ready to change the look and feel of 21st century advertising?” Gee, she sounds like your stereotypical, clueless adman.

4 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:42 AM

    Anyhow, American advertising is still guy advertising, still the voice of a 28-year-old guy who thinks poop is hilarious.

    American advertising isn't guy advertising per se, but what gets the most awards at award show time is. That 28-year-old guy goes along to become a 38-year-old CD award show judge, rewarding poop. The cycle keeps repeating itself. And as long as creatives are rewarded, promoted and find better gigs because of such work, not much changes.

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  2. Anonymous12:18 PM

    C'mon Hj, get with the times. It’s adperson

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  3. Anonymous1:54 PM

    Danny is right on. I've done more than one post about this, the fact that award shows reward what's funny to a single, white, upper middle class, urban hipster male. And that most products, unfortunately, are not marketed to this narrow demographic.

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  4. but I gotta agree with HJ on this one aspect--if you check agency rosters--there's really no shortage of White Women. Plenty in acct service, traffic, media, and yes, even creative dept. there could be more in creative, arguably.

    But this Olson chick is talking like it's 1642 New England and women are getting burned at the stake for having cool ideas...

    boo-hooo, boo-hooh... poor oppressed Lady Olson.

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