Better judgment prevailed, but what I was left with for the rest of the day–and quite certainly for the rest of the night–was the dichotomy of doing right by the business and doing what’s right. Period.
Certainly, when you write for a company, everything that you write–even with some creative liberty–must be written tactfully and fashioned in a way that is generally representative of that company.
I get and respect that.
I’ll even admit to you that, all things considered, I was perhaps too bold in making a certain statement or that I just didn’t think about what I wrote as throughoughly as I should have. I couldn’t totally disagree with those who feel that I suffered from brief bout of Too Big For Britches Syndrome (TBFBS). No one who’s experienced any kind of success is immune to it.
But what I can’t stomach, what I haven’t been able to stomach for the last nine hours, is the fact that I had to amend a piece of writing that called out the big guy. The big business that was shitting on the little people. Yeah, you fucks turning billion dollar profits every quarter. You old-school assholes trying to bend the laws so people who’ve already lost it all can eat a little more shit.
Yes, I had to amend a piece of writing because the big guy, who does a fair amount of business with my company, threatened to make a fuss about it.
Let’s not shit on the hand that feeds us.
I agree that from the business [read: monetary] standpoint, amending the piece was probably the right thing to do. No use taking a stupid hit from someone who could detract from our bottom line.
And yet, that’s sort of where it all feels wrong to me.
This, I imagine, is the impass at which every creative person finds him or herself during some point in their professional lives: trying not to shit on the hand that feeds them while trying to work within the bounds of the corporate bottom line that ultimately limits them.