I had lunch today with a friend--a young producer for whom, I suppose, I play the part of agency dad. She's bright, funny, energetic, ambitious and good at her job. She also has a diffident edge to her. She's not, in the parlance of sports announcers--a "homer," meaning she doesn't buy into a lot of the bs that comes with having a job. She doesn't swallow the company line.
She said something profound at lunch: "I'm not into place that shows it's caring by scaring."
In other words, she can live without the bombast, the bluster, the mean-spirited bs that comes with so many jobs.