It’s an uncomfortable truth for me. But what else to call it when I’ve worked for years in marketing/advertising/branding or whatever we name the next shade of lipstick we’re going to slap on this particular pig?
Here’s the thing with open secrets — they make things alright that have no business being alright. They rope you in with a chuckle, a nod, a knowing glance. And they sidestep, making you feel like the exact thing you are: complicit.
