Magazine article ADWEEK

Surviving the Awards Shows Damn It, I Was Robbed! and Other Ways to Get through the Agonizing Season

Magazine article ADWEEK

Surviving the Awards Shows Damn It, I Was Robbed! and Other Ways to Get through the Agonizing Season

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As we get into the thick of advertising awards show season, here's some survival advice.

If you won, know that your work is the absolute best. It's pure genius--on par with Leonardo da Vinci (who, by the way, never won any ad awards, although Picasso scored a few regional Addys). Until next year at this time, your work will set the standard, causing angina and bitter bile to rise in the throats of those who resent your talent. Let them wallow in misery; you must live in the hell of trying to do at least as well in next year's show, because once the awards have been passed around, the scoreboard starts clean again. Damn time-space continuum.

If you lost, welcome to Shameville. Accept the loser's secret handshake--a slap in the face. There, there, don't cry. Instead, let's get all Dr. Phil on the subject and see if we can't help ourselves feel better.

The judges of the show were obviously idiots. For them not to recognize your brilliance was a great tragedy--right up there with Britney and K-Fed reproducing. This is not sour grapes; it's exposing the fact that a terrible injustice has been committed.

The judges apparently did not appreciate the degree of difficulty you had getting your work produced, how you carried your newborn idea across the tundra, nurturing and protecting it while ravenous wolves chased you, savagely nipping at your heels, trying to maim and kill your precious baby. You heroically fought to protect your child from being destroyed by fear-filled forces within the agency and sphincter-tightening clients outside it. You delivered the goods, but for naught. The unjust judges put their thumbs down and gave your work the finger. Ouch.

And what won? Work that may have never even run or is derivative of past winners or produced for an illegitimate client or, perhaps, is gutsy, but strategically lame, so it tailed in the marketplace. Or maybe it's work that's truly great, but then again that client always does great work, so why should that merit recognition? Whatever work did win did not deserve to win compared to your work. You got screwed--totally, royally, regrettably.

And not to be paranoid, but did you notice the judges had some connection to the winning work? They are personal friends of the winners or had worked with the winners in the past or have had the winners judge shows for them. Or maybe the judges happen to be driving brand new cars or living in plush new condos. Coincidence? Perhaps. Suspicious? You bet.

It hurts when our children aren't selected as the best and the brightest; we take it personally. It's an ego-reflex thing, not unlike when we're dating and get dumped. "Oh, well," we comfort ourselves, "she/he had large pores anyway." We move on, resuscitating our ego, inflating our self-confidence and diving back into the dating pool. …

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