I had one planned for weeks but it was a sponsored post about holiday photos and the company pulled out at the last minute. At the risk of sounding ungracious, would you like me to tell you why?
Because I am not a mother.
And I quote: "This campaign is specifically targeted to families. It wasn't until we saw your images that we realized you do not have children."
Okay. I get it. Their target audience is mothers. They feel that mothers only read blogs and take product recommendations from other mothers. A lot of companies think this way. I could see their point if this particular company produced, say, breast pumps. Or books about childhood nutrition. Or vaccines. Or stuff you can buy in the diaper aisle....but online photo prints?
Let me get this straight: I am not a credible source for recommending a photo printing company because I am not a mother? Seriously?
As you can imagine, I was sort of shocked. Then I was sad. Then I cried and ate half a bag of Hershey's kisses.
What's wrong with me?Then I opened the door to every bitter, crippled, half-drunken emotional skeleton in my closet. I took them out and let them dance. It was Hammer Time in my living room for a good half of an hour.
My opinions don't count because I don't have kids?
If I were a mother companies would want me, but until then they don't?
Then I got my myself together. Put things in perspective. Put the dancing skeletons back in my closet, shut the door and said aloud to no one in particular, "I am better than this."
Then.... I got peeved.
So here I stand before you now, a 33-year-old childless spinster with a cat, a blog and no post, asking you for a favor.
If you are a Mom and you read this blog and you are interested in the opinions and recommendations of Mothers and Non-Mothers alike: Go to the comment section below and say so. Just type "Non-Moms have valid opinions too." Or something. I don't really care. I just want one mother to prove this concept wrong. Not just because it will make me feel better (which, I'll admit, it will) but because there are a lot of companies and marketing professionals out there who think this way. I would like you to demonstrate to them that there is more to you (and your buying power) besides The Mommy Card.
If you are in the photography/printing/ image processing business and would like to sponsor a post: Go right ahead and send me an email. I'll give you a great deal for no other reason than you are a competitor.
If you are the PR Firm Account Rep who makes a habit of not doing your homework, wasting my time, sending insensitive emails, and whose name may or may not begin with Tyler and end with McInerney: Go fuck yourself.
Update the following morning:
Whoa!!!!! I don't know what to say. You guys are the best. THE BEST.
Okay, if it isn't obvious, I wrote this post out of hurt and anger. It was a small thing but I needed to vent and I don't know a lot of people in real life who get why I would be frustrated by something this... so I took it to you guys in hopes someone, anyone, would throw me a bone. I needed someone to tell me I'm not crazy or it would have eaten away at me for weeks. I was sure one person would respond here with a comment. Maybe ten. But you guys? Wow. Heart = Warmed. Wow. All I can say is Wow. If I figure out how to articulate what I'm feeling right now, I'll let you know. In the meantime, just Wow. Thank you.
Two quick things I want to address....
- I'm not going to mention the name of the company. The bone I'm picking is with the PR agency they hired to handle the account. Is it the company's fault they hired a bunch of ass clowns to handle a narrow minded campaign? Sure. Do I want them to lose business from it because of me? No. After thinking about this a bit, I have decided I am going to write another post, non-sponsored, recommending other printing sources I already use. Not out of vengeance but because it's handy information this time of year.
- Don't bother googling that name. I changed it just barely enough that this incident doesn't plague him every time a potential new employer or girlfriend looks him up on the internet. I know, right? How thoughtful of me. What can I say? I'm a softie. Spinsterhood will do that to you. In the meantime, Tyler and his superiors have been made aware that this post exists. HEY TYLER.