Back when I started working in advertising, I swore that I would only write ads for products that I had personally experienced and endorsed. Which also meant no guns, cigarettes, ads targeted at kids under seven or had I stopped to consider the ramifications vegetables. Don't tell my three year-old, but I fucking hate vegetables. It's a wonder I can have bowel movements at all.
That oath lasted about as long as it took you to read it.
As the comic suggests, my fall from grace was occasioned by a particularly throat-lacerating razor. But, like fundamentalists who've read a bit too much Darwin for their own good, I think most of us in the business still want to believe. It's not necessarily in the job description technically speaking, it's enough that we make believers out of other people but nobody wants to be selling snake oil when they could be championing something they truly feel to be the greatest product in the history of humanity
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