Last PR class we did an exercise where we were split up into groups to defend particularly notorious celebrities, as if we were their PR firm. Tyler, Evann, and I were responsible for clearing Lindsay Lohan’s bad name. Although we were fairly successful on getting the theoretical Miss Lohan back on track, I found myself almost constantly wanting to defend myself for defending her.
“I mean, not that I actually think… Well, in real life… it’s not like I’d befriend the girl.”
All of these floating through my head, and I realized I could never be a publicist. As I’ve mentioned after previous classes, I hold celebrities to a high moral standard, and if I think they’re bad people (Mel Gibson), then I don’t feel comfortable trying to clean the messes that they’ve made. I suppose there’s some wiggle room in there, I could be a publicist if I started out an instant financial success, because then I could turn down the Chris Browns of the world.