There is no sex in PR
Kami Huyse put her finger on what’s been bugging me about the whole L’Affaire d’Stumpette.
We’ve come a long way - and by that I mean the PRbots and PRettes - from the stereotypical Amanda Woodward PR bitch goddess.
We work hard.
It ain’t glorious.
The hours suck and face it, we still have a pretty shitty reputation among the civilian crowd.
We do it because we love what we do, not because there’s fab-o-lah parties and bottles of Dom being passed around the office.
This doesn’t help one bit.
Of course, the fact that certain ‘A-list’ PR bloggers (or non-PR bloggers) fell for it hook line and sinker makes it pretty funny anyway.
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Maybe if there WAS more sex in PR, we wouldn’t get all hot and bothered by a blog with racy stock photography in the masthead.
By the way, while there are no bottles of Dom passed around Wagner Communications, we do enjoy a nice can of Coors Light every now and then.
Or Heineken if we’re feeling really flush.