None Dare Call Me SlutI've written hundreds of thousands of words to market products that help save lives and take lives, Amgen and Eli Lilly as well as Northrop Grumman and Phillip Morris.
Basically, I'm open for business. As long as the business is legal, I'm in.
This may be why a client of mine once cavalierly quipped, "That David Hammond. He's such slut."
I quickly corrected him, "No, not a slut," I said. "A slut does it for fun. Me, I work for money. So you can call me a whore, because if you want me to say you're beautiful and make you feel good, you have to give me money."
Any way, I need to disclose that I am currently contracted with McDonald's Corporation to help develop nutritional training. I've been working for McDonald's, on and off, since 1985; in fact, they were one of my first clients. In the late 80s, I even did a little personal research, exploring areas throughout Oak Park and Berwyn where Ray Kroc grew up and played, his home (not yet a shrine, though some enterprising PR person could make it so), his church, his high school. I must admit, I idolize the guy. He's a shining god in the American food business pantheon, right up there with Gustavus Swift, the Jolly Green Giant, and Ron Popeil.
Today, at the Italian Beef-a-thon, I was mentioning how revolted I became after seeing Super Size Me (the movie in which some knucklehead abuses himself by eating too much McDonald's food), and Dickson pointed out that I was shilling again. He had a good point (which he does sometimes); my expressed opinions may well be shaded by my professional association with companies that help pay the bills.
I say this so that you'll understand if I inadvertently get misty when talking about McDonald's World Famous Fries, suggest that maybe we get a Big Mac rather than a Kevin's, or vociferously defend McDonald's position on, say, nutrition.
Glad we cleared the air on that.
David