One of the meanest effects of working under an ageist regime while at an ad agency isn't people calling you "grandpa." It's the people who run the agency who think that because you're old, you've run out of ambition.
They think you've run out of ambition.
When ambition--chasing dreams, challenging yourself, doing something new, better, different is what makes us alive and human.
If an institution thinks you've run out of ambition, they think you're dead.
Likewise, if they think you can't keep up, or aren't somehow cool, that's they're way of regarding you as dead. When you regard someone as dead, it's easier to pass them over for big assignments, give them the grunt work, and make sure they never get a raise.
Why should they?
You've run out of ambition. (And you don't know the latest music, as if that were the sine qua non of advertising.)
Lately, in about the past two weeks, I've had half-a-dozen calls from people who after 15 years, or 25 years, or 35 years in the business, have run out of rope.
They've been shit-canned. They're scared. They might not know me, but because of my seeming after-life success, they feel they can talk to me. Talking to them is my obligation, if not privilege. Talking to younger people has always been the biological imperative--a reason for being--of older people.
Here's what I've learned from these many conversations. Grab a pencil.
Most people think "Rites of Passage," leaving one period of youth, like hanging with your friends to dating, or leaving high school for college, or getting a proper office job, or getting married or starting a family, is a young person's game.
Getting your haircut by yourself, or going to the movies alone--those of Rites of Passage. Most people think you're done-finished with them at 23 or something.
Let me tell you something, 67-year-olds go through Rites of Passage too.
And they're just as challenging as the first time you called a pretty girl on the telephone and asked her to the movies.
Rites of Passage are also an old person's game.
When after 40 years of being given assignments, you have to get an assignment--that's a Rite of Passage.
When you have to look at the prevailing industry dayrate and tell your prospective client you're asking for twice that, or three times--that's a Rite of Passage.
When you get that twice or three-times--that's a Rite of Passage.
The first time a client tries to stiff you--that's a Rite of Passage.
When you work alone and realize you've gone four days without laughing with a friend--that's a Rite of Passage.
When you win a major award on work you've done completely on your own--from getting the client, to selling the work, to producing it, to entering the award show--that's a Rite of Passage.
The reality is, if you've not 'hung up your cleats,' if you keep growing and learning and striving, Rites of Passage are to your right, your left, your front, your back. They're everywhere, every day.
But the biggest Rite of Passage is one of self-definition.
So much of our careers, we're defined by the agency we work at. I liked being regarded as "the youngest Creative Group Head in the history of Ally & Gargano." Or "the oldest creative fuckface at R\GA." Or, simply, "the head of copy at the world's greatest copy-driven agency, Ogilvy."
Those extrinsic definitions are gone when you leave those places.
Now what?
Who are you?
What makes you want-able?
What do you do?
What makes you special?
Why should someone pick you?
Not someone cooler, younger, better looking?
Cheaper?
That's a Rite of Passage.
Answering those questions and a thousand more is where the people who call me often start to cry.
Yes--that's a Rite of Passage.
You decide what's right--that's a Rite of Passage.