Major Losers at Spammer’s Party Last Night
A friend, who shouldn’t remain nameless, but I’ll be a sport and protect her identity, had an inexplicable fascination with The Spammer’s party last night, despite the fact that every respectable e-marketer at the event that she spoke with gagged when asked if they’d be attending. But she just had to go. (I can’t even dignify The Spammer by mentioning his or his stupid company’s name, but chances are you know what I’m talking about.)
At one point, I advised her, “You know who’s going to attend that party?” I answered by holding an L-shaped arrangement of fingers to my forehead. “No, correction,” I said, and arranged both of my arms in an L shape, connecting my right hand to my left elbow, which a high-school-teacher friend tells me is how the kids today signify “Major Loser.”
Foolishly, she even skipped the excellent Eyeblaster party (photos coming shortly) to attend The Spammer’s meat market.
This morning, after charging the batteries on my cell phone, I receive this message, shouted over the din of party noises: “Rick! It’s [friend’s name withheld] and [friend’s name withheld]. This party is everything you said it would be and worse. It’s awful! It’s not even fun. It’s a grinding, no oxygen, 25-and-under, ridiculous, spammer, stupid event. You are more than right. Just wanted to let you know.”
That voice mail is a keeper. The most important question is why on earth AdTech endorses The Spammer’s event with official recognition.
