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Sometimes I think about the publicist who called me, screaming, about a photo of her client in the magazine.
“OK,” I said. “What’s wrong?”
“Open the PDF. The photo on the third page?”
“Yes?”
“Zoom in three times.”
“Haha—oh, you’re serious?!”
“This is OUTRAGEOUS, Mark!”
“OK,” I said. “What’s wrong?”
“Open the PDF. The photo on the third page?”
“Yes?”
“Zoom in three times.”
“Haha—oh, you’re serious?!”
“This is OUTRAGEOUS, Mark!”
Sometimes I think about the publicist who sent me pre-approved handout art, but instructed me to continue photoshopping the actor’s arms.
“Tell her to wear sleeves then,” my art director suggested.
“Tell her to wear sleeves then,” my art director suggested.
Sometimes I think about the time I profiled [REDACTED] and the day after the issue came out her publicist emailed me to ask that, in the online version, I remove mention of the Tony nom earned by her predecessor in the role because "sensitivities abound."
Sometimes I think about the publicist who pitched her client for a cover as the 3rd lead of a buzzy upcoming movie. After seeing it, I called her. "Have you seen the most recent edit?" I asked, thinking her client had been cut out.
"[REDACTED] has 2 scenes!" "2.5!" she retorted.
"[REDACTED] has 2 scenes!" "2.5!" she retorted.
Sometimes I think about the personal publicist so legendarily awful that when she left a company, her former co-workers threw a party. She was so awful I made actual best friends with people just from commiserating about working with her.
Sometimes I think about the actress who, in an interview about dialects, gestured at me and said, "It& #39;s like gay voice. Gay men developed a specific way of speaking to identify one another." (To be fair, I HAD begun the interview by bringing up her flop TV show...)
Sometimes I think about the Oscar-winning actress who is banned from The Today Show for being so awful.
Sometimes I think about the sheer number of female publicists who got fired because their male clients’ new girlfriends felt threatened.
Sometimes I think about the ad agency employees who get together once a year to commemorate the times they all had electronics thrown at them by a major producer, one that people still trip over themselves to work for.
Sometimes I think about the publicist for an actor you& #39;ve never heard of starring on a show you never watched who told us that, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, were we to look at said actor during the shoot.
Sometimes I think about the boss who said he’d feel more comfortable giving me a raise and promotion if I smiled more in the office and “got a beer with the guys” now and then. Or the boss who pondered aloud if the reason I don’t like to be screamed at “is because of your dad?”
Sometimes I think about the TV star who came to Broadway in a much-reviled new adaptation of a classic book, and had no idea that people hated the show because her team had hidden the reviews from her and she just wasn& #39;t curious.
