PR Girls

This entry is dedicate to my darling dearest Christine, who seems to be dealing with a lot of the same nonsense I am.

MTV once ran a series called PoweR Girls. I think it ran for about 3 episodes before it flopped. Which really isn't a surprise. The show was all about PR girls... that is, girls who work in Public Relations. First-rate MTV material really. Mix one part beautiful girls, 3 parts celebrities and media, 2 parts advertising, 4 parts stress, and 10,000,000,000 parts bitchiness and you have the show. And reality for that matter.

At my agency we have both advertising and pr departments (as well as media, production, studio, creative, and interactive). Since we live in a two-story building, downstairs in advertising and upstairs is pr. And that's just the beginning of the divide. Now don't get me wrong. Some of our pr girls are the sweetest human beings and all of them absolutely top notch brilliant (thus explaining all sorts of awards and accounts), but collectively they are the bitchiest group of people I have ever met. Stuck up, materialistic, elitest, caddy, gossipy bitches.

Gentlemen, let me do you a favor and tell you this: if you ever find out a girl you're dating is in pr, get out now. right now. she might be beautiful and glamourous and really good in bed, but well... Perfect example (and I wish this were uncommon, but it actually happens a lot):
pr blondie receives huge --and I mean biggest bouquet I ever seen-- bouquet yesterday from dummy boyfriend. And what's inside this bouquet? That's right ladies, a little baby blue box with a white ribbon tied around out. Ooh la la. Most girls would practically faint at the number of carats inside said baby blue box. What does pr brunette girl do? She trashes the bouquet and throws the baby blue box in the back of her car. Apparently dummy boyfriend didn't call when he said he would last night, or something like that, and is in big trouble as a result and this simply won't make the cut. Sigh. She's just milking him for everything he's worth right now and will leave him as soon as something better comes along. And that's from her own mouth. Of course, the halls upstairs are already a-buzz with talk of her sleeping around with some creative guy. But I guess that's to be expected as she's such a slut according to her bff, another pr girl. Oh, and her boobs aren't real. Go figure.