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Amy Swift Crosby

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Copycats Part Deux.

October 24, 2017 · By Amy Swift Crosby

Could I get that recipe... please?

Last week’s post acknowledging the frustration of seemingly being imitated in the marketplace spawned an unusual amount of mail in my inbox. People have a lot of feelings about this topic. I think it actually goes even deeper than my original conclusion.
 
Here’s the thing.
 
Often in life, people ask …
 
Who does your hair?
What’s that recipe?
Where was that vacation?
Who designed your house?
Where did you buy that?
 
And most of us are only too happy to share our good finds with friends. But all of that changes when you suddenly run into those friends during Spring break at your secret little spot, or when they make a habit of bringing your signature chocolate chip cookies to Book Club, or they suddenly have your wardrobe. It’s just awkward. And weird. Not because they acted on your recommendation, but because they missed a critical element in the currency exchange of shared resources: acknowledgment.
 
How about checking the vacation dates?
Or citing the source?
And running it by… if it’s gonna be exactly the same?
 
It’s funny how a simple nod or inclusion in the process changes the dynamic entirely. It’s also interesting that when it doesn’t happen, you get a lot of insight about someone’s level of (or lack of) awareness.
 
It’s easy to diminish this stuff as unimportant or trite, but at the heart of any sharing of information is a sense of pride in having discovered/perfected/cracked the code of said thing.
 
Is it worth deep introspection? Probably not. But, it is nice to get a little credit when a personal rec has clearly been applied and deployed. But what’s even more valuable is to notice who gives a high-five (publicly or otherwise), and who does not. It can inform future decisions, and open the door to what else this person overlooks/presumes/takes for granted.
 
I don’t think any of us aims not to be generous or to see the worst in friends, but there’s something to be said about the art of selective reveals.
 
A simple “Oh, I don’t use a recipe — it’s an ad hoc salad,” should do the trick.

Copycats.

October 17, 2017 · By Amy Swift Crosby

I recently came across a newsletter style blog, similar to what I publish here, penned by someone I worked with in the not so distant past. There was a strange similarity to it — with some of the tics, cadence, and themes, that I recognize in my own musings.

At first, I was shocked.
Then, annoyed.
And after that, I am pretty sure there was some eye rolling and judging on my part.

Feeling copied does not bring out the best of me, or anyone, really.

At around this same time, a ceramicist friend whose work has a recognizable color, shape, and stripe, had a similar observation. He questioned whether his signature style had been channeled by a much more famous studio mate.

Another former colleague discovered the entrepreneurial network she founded being duplicated by a former member.

And for anyone who makes and distributes products, you’re used to getting knocked off. But it doesn’t change how deeply irritating it is when it happens.

When words, ideas, a product or style feel co-opted — used by someone else for profit — it burns in the belly. Those on the receiving end want justice and credit. Our desire to right the wrong can produce feelings of preparing for battle or at the very least a child-like tantrum, though neither deliver a very satisfying resolution.

So assuming legal issues are not at stake, and the knocker-offer didn’t violate a patent, what can we really do when we see a version of our work, authored by someone else, in the marketplace?

One option is to quietly seethe, become resentful, grow-chip-on -shoulder, blame your failures on other people, and otherwise shrink into a person you wouldn’t be friends with…much less want to become.

The other is to get curious. Why was I inspiring to them? Why does it feel like me or mine…and could it simply be that he or she is tapping into the zeitgeist? A coincidence? What is this triggering in me… my ego, image, fear of losing customers… or is something else at stake?

A different option comes courtesy of Marcus Buckingham who, in response to discord, says:

“Assign the most generous possible explanation, and then believe it.”

It’s possible that copying you was the closest this person could get to creating something worthwhile. It’s also possible you’re wrong about any number of theories.

It’s hard to trace the lineage of an idea, and even when we do, there’s often not much we can do about owning it. But what we can do is shine like the crazy diamond we each are, and decide that there’s enough to go around. And then believe it.

Karma will likely take care of the rest.

Contact High.

October 10, 2017 · By Amy Swift Crosby

Airplane metaphors abound, but basically, don't get stuck up here.

At a time when being acknowledged feels like the exception rather than the norm, opportunities to connect with your people are everywhere. Giving attention, in the right way, is like sending an emotional gift certificate.
 
Most of us reading (and writing) this blog grew up on autoresponders.

They were invented solely to help businesses stay in touch, without all the heavy lifting of customer service and marketing spend. But decades later, these messages have lost any sense of real connection. At this point, they feel pretty canned. So while as owners, we appreciate their efficiencies, as consumers on the receiving end, our reaction is to hit delete.
 
Which is why, in 2017, it is (almost) extraordinary to hear directly from a small business owner. When an owner reaches out, herself, not in response to a complaint or as part of a PR strategy, but just because, it delivers a contact high — for both customer and owner. Sure it could be argued that an owner’s time would be better spent at the 30,000ft level, but the reality is that direct contact actually moves the dial.
 
Automation makes a lot of sense in a lot of cases. But unlike their bigger competitors, small business owners have the opportunity to cultivate real human connection with a customer or client. Of course you can program your CMS or email marketing campaign to regurgitate what you’re saying to every new customer or every transaction, even go as far as customizing communications with their first names — duh. But when people get a sincere/curious/thoughtful note from the face of a business, it goes a long way to plant the seeds for a lifelong relationship, one that will grow and deepen year after year, and a customer who will sing your praises to their tribe who trust her recommendations.
 
The cost is relatively small — minutes.
The win is proportionately big — years.
 
I’m not saying automation isn’t great and useful, but it creates a false reassurance that we’re connected to the people who buy our stuff.
 
Richard Branson once wrote me a personal note after I gave him a detailed (ahem!) review of his Virgin Atlantic first class service. They became a client, and I became a loyal customer.
 
If Branson can do it — so can we.
 
Here’s to saying hello for no reason. We can almost always learn something new by talking to the people who buy/read/follow or otherwise make it possible for us to be in business.
 

Intentional Tension.

October 3, 2017 · By Amy Swift Crosby

The other afternoon, I struck up a conversation with a fifth grader, a friend of the family, about how school was going this year. She described something her teacher was doing prior to a test, that to me felt stressful. It doesn’t matter what it was as it relates to this story, but when I pressed her for an explanation, here’s what she said:

“Oh, she does it on purpose,” she told me as a matter of fact. “To create intentional tension.”

!!!

Of course, I lost my (metaphysical) marbles. Teaching fifth graders, who haven’t yet hit the apex of anxiety, how to practice being anxious, seemed nothing short of genius. And it got me thinking.

What if at an early age we set up a controlled environment, with skilled oversight, expressly designed to teach us how to speak up for ourselves (or others)? To express needs?

Put a different way, it would be a space in which to learn restraint and then reward, deliberately; to exist between discernment and persuasion and to experience different ways of managing and resolving a conflict. What if we practiced…having a “practice”… in preschool?

Rather than promoting kindness because it’s the right thing to do, which most schools (understandably) embrace, what if we designed highly controlled uncomfortable situations, to help kids navigate them — and make more informed choices – from the start?

If we can do a mock U.N. at school, why can’t we apply that to training for our most challenging emotions?

Practicing worst-case scenario may not replicate the exact experience a stressful event creates, but kids become adults. And adults have the power to create or destroy.

Tools don’t give us wiggle room… as much as options.
And we should have options… from the get go.

Practice, in this case, is a double entendre (my favorite happy accident):
It’s both the rehearsal we do in preparation for a future event, and the thing that grounds us in the here and now.

We know events will happen.
And we also know, all we have is now.

Fanship.

September 19, 2017 · By Amy Swift Crosby

Like some of you, I operate in the feedback space, constantly and methodically evaluating what is working and what isn’t. But this post is about an entirely different sensation; being a goofy, unrestrained, unadulterated fan; being swept away in the perfection of a thing, and seeing it for all the good that it is.

As consumers, we need unapologetic fan moments more than ever. Having posted about being a Downseller (and wow there are a lot of you), this one is a confession about the value of falling in love – as a fan, follower or customer.

My own fan moment came recently at a party in Malibu, with the performance artist duo The Bumbys. Incognito in their red white and blue gear, behind electric typewriters, wearing noise-cancelling headphones, accompanied by their handler, they silently deploy “fair and honest appraisals” of party-goer’s appearances. Their astute, aspirational index-card write-ups are printed on the spot, and handed over after about two minutes of focused typing and hand proofing (and presumably observation, which you can’t really see from behind their sun glasses.)

I fell hard for Gill and Jill Bumby.

Conceptually, I want to be a Bumby. Giving prophetic, colorful, reassuring feedback to complete strangers, while in costume, describes my dream job.

But as a participant, standing there – vulnerable – staring down the barrel of someone else’s opinion, was initially unnerving. You’d think the appraisals would lean toward “honest” in a possibly snarky direction — but it was the opposite. Throughout the evening as we (guests) exchanged index cards, comparing our write-ups, the universal sentiment was heartening — each felt poetic, personal, and even better, strangely true! Imagine all the people they’ve assessed, walking around with these insightful, deftly nuanced self-approval ratings. #genius.

Being a fan means losing your suspension of disbelief, and letting a person, product or concept, steal you away from the expected. In its unique resonance, these experiences reassure us that something is very right in the world; A signpost, however infrequent, we all need.

As business owners, most of us aim for amazing, but acknowledge that it takes a lot of hard work/time/attention to elicit that effect. Which is why, when someone or something moves us intellectually, emotionally, spiritually (or all three,) we gotta lose the pretense of “mature” and “professional” and just bow down, and give it up, if we feel it.

I restrained myself from asking The Bumbys for an autograph, but did work up my courage for a photo. Couldn’t help it, and didn’t care. Losing our cool factor in exchange for earnest fanship is one of the last vestiges of our innocence.

Go ahead, write a love letter. It feels really good.

Respect to The Bumbys!

Clive.

September 12, 2017 · By Amy Swift Crosby

Recent (very cheeky) work with Clive and a|c.

I’ve talked about singularity in this blog, as well as belonging, long-term relationships and the difference between good and great. I’ve obsessed over design (or the lack thereof) and extolled the power of words. All of these themes thundered through my chest as I learned that one of my longtime collaborators, Clive Piercy, the creative director of LA-based design shop Air Conditioned (a|c), had died after a year-long illness.
 
I met Clive, and his incredible team, about 13 years ago. He was sharp, dry, irreverent – utterly British, and in every way. In those early days, I was intimidated and, admittedly, completely out of my league. I quietly watched his design presentations, hoping my words would make it into his world, onto his radar — that I might matter to him someday. When they did, I saw how important the relationship between design and words is; and how this love affair can create fireworks for brands, stories and messaging. I’ve never looked back.
 
His idea-driven design introduced me to a new level of work — one I could never unsee, actually. He had a sharp tongue and critiqued my submissions more than praised them — but of course made them better. Clive had instincts that were rarely off base. a|c and his design leadership shaped my own filter and perspective. So much of what I know about this work comes from projects with Clive, Hilary, John and the team.
 
I’m good…because he was great.
We’ve lost one of the best.
 
I don’t think any of us (and there are so many) who count Clive among the most influential creatives in their lives, will soon walk into any meeting or read any brief without hearing Clive’s missives over their shoulder.
 
Count your teachers as your blessings, because they don’t always appear as such until they are no longer there to remind you that one of the reasons you do what you do, is to please them.
 
For more on Clive, a|c and the value of exceptional teams, read this post.

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I’m a brand strategist and copy writer. I mostly work with partner agencies or directly with the leadership or founding team at a brand. My primary mission is to connect design and messaging solutions to business missions. I work with start-ups and Fortune 500 companies, across beauty, hospitality, wellness/fitness, CPG and retail. This blog reflects my personal writing and explores our humanity – often as it relates to work, space, time and language. You can review my portfolio here or connect with me here.

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