It took me almost two years to get my first job as a
copywriter — and I started in what were really the last throes of the Mad Men
days. There was a recession at the time, and after I finished classes at SVA in
putting together a portfolio, I sent cover letters with photocopies of 3 of my
ad samples to over 200 creative directors at agencies around NYC. Remember, I
was typing each of those letters individually — and because I had researched
the accounts they were responsible for, I did my best to make each pitch for an
interview relevant to their business.
Eventually I was hired at Ted Bates — one of the megalithic
firms of the day. I worked at 1515 Broadway, when Times Square was at its
seediest. And my first day on the job, I was given this assignment:
I thought to myself, they’re paying me for this! And I went
to work, with a yellow pad and pen jotting down names. My creative director was
happy with my suggestions. But of course, the client didn’t choose any of them
— and in fact, they went the conservative route with the name, despite
their original request.
I kept the list. And so here, 32 years later are just a few
of the silly things I wrote down that I was paid a salary for:
-
Honey Buns
- Radical Cheek
- Fanny Pants
- Rear View
- Hot Seat
-
Bunny Hot
- Tush Tush
- Lush Tush
-
Bun Huggers
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