When I saw this headline in Hollywood Momentum (‘Tug of War: Working class stories vs. Hollyweird stories’) I thought I was going to read an Adorno-ish analysis about how our culture industry distorts an apparatus of class oppression. So I was disappointed to discover that the piece is really just about how, if you are a Hollywood assistant, it’s important to pretend to be interested in the work lives of your friends who don’t work in Hollywood, even though their jobs are so much less challenging and exciting than yours:
My cubicle neighbor tells me he often finds himself listening to his friend’s war stories and finding they just aren’t as “exciting or terrible as the stories I tell. I can’t imagine an industry as fast paced as this one. My friend who is a CPA gets insanely busy right before tax season and busts his ass for four months, but then he coasts the rest of the year. Every day here is tax season.”
Even with these jaw dropping tales, your friends deserve their time to shine. Even if their office is as exciting as “Office Space,” as a friend you have let everyone have their turn at show and tell. Yes, you might need to be three or four CIH to appear interested, but remember, you’ve endured all the extraordinary tales for your “tell all” bestseller.
By the way, CIH stands for ‘cocktail in hand.’ Anyway, on behalf of everyone who isn’t a Hollywood assistant, I would like to apologize to Hollywood assistants. I’m sorry we’re so, so boring! See you at Swingers!