Love and Advertising

Studly Doright and I are semi-binging Mad Men on Netflix. If you haven’t watched the show, it deals with the high energy world of Madison Avenue advertising in the 60’s. I’m in love with the fashions, the hairstyles, and the business of ideas.

There was a time in my life when I wanted to go into advertising. I had a great uncle in the business and he discouraged my teenage ambitions. Women don’t really belong in the ad business, he’d told me. I know better now.

Watching Mad Men makes me wish I’d pursued my dreams. Not because of the booze and the rampant infidelity, but because of the creative give and take. I think maybe I’d have thrived in that environment.

And the clothes! Oh my goodness I want a dress like the ones the women wear in the show.

Aren’t they gorgeous?

But, back to ideas. I still have great ideas. My head is always full of images and copy for products and services. I want to work for the ad team that has the Geico account. Dammit, I want to make that little gecko say things he’s never said.

I reckon at 63 I’m too old to go into the advertising business. For one thing, I doubt I have the energy necessary for that fast paced world. Heck, I probably didn’t have the energy when I was 22, though.

Everyone, I suppose, has a dream that’s gone dormant. What did you want to be before you became what you are? Did geckos figure into the equation?

Peace and love, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

24 thoughts on “Love and Advertising”

  1. I have never had a dream…..I was a day to day guy , then we started a greeting card business 21 years ago. We peaked at 2 mil a year….then 2008 hit , and the world changed. Now we are separated, the business is out of my house, stopped bringing in containers of product from China, no employees…..I peaked at 54 years old.

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  2. I wanted to be a paramedic. The show Emergency came out and showcased the 1st fictionalized paramedic team with the LA fire department. I also had a crush on one of the team, but that’s another story.
    As to those dresses, I remember finding one or two hidden away in my mother’s closet. I loved playing dress-up in those dresses…

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  3. It will not surprise you to know that I wanted to be a book illustrator. However, my family needed me to bring in income and couldn’t send me to art school. I, too, followed the advice of an uncle who sent me into the insurance world. You know how I eventually found my metier

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  4. I loved that show, too. The little girl, Sally, was the same age I would have been at that time. I actually worked for an ad agency one summer break when I was a school teacher. It was not nearly as glamorous as depicted on Mad Men.

    To answer your question, like Lolsy, I wanted to be a dancer, too. Ballet first but any kind of dancing (except exotic!) would have been great. My parents insisted that I find a ‘real’ profession, though. I did dance with two different companies, though, before I had my first child. That ended my hopes of a dance career, but I certainly enjoyed being a writing teacher a lot. Sure enjoying retirement now.

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  5. I worked in advertising before moving over to marketing for most of my career. If there was lots of booze and the rampant infidelity, I must have missed it. Not nearly as glamorous as Mad Men makes it look. When I was little I wanted to be a dancer (like many who have commented). I loved the variety shows that were so popular back then and they always had a team of dancers… that’s what I wanted to do.

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