The predominant ethos, reports David Zweig in Fortune, is to chase recognition. Here is that analysis.
The brutal reality is two-fold. There will be very few Anna Wintours and Woody Allens. And, those in the catbird seat usually don't welcome those panting after what they got. The odds are the hungry for fame will be forced out.
Most of us, even among the Baby Boomer generation, had to learn that lesson.
Some of us, such as myself, came to it through a kindly mentor. He told me I had a choice. Either I could be a well-paid ghostwriter who stayed in the shadows. Or I could struggle for the some of the limelight and piss my executive clients off. After all, it's their show.
Others had to get clobbered like baby seals in order to identify their place in the great chain of professional being. After his seven minutes of fame as the chief writer during a corporate takeover, this ghostwriter attempted to recapture those moments. Never again did he land a good job or lucrative assignments. The last time I ran into him he was still talking non-stop about himself, as if anyone cared.
The more I listen, the less visible I am, the more money I make. Money is not a bad consolation prize for not making it big.