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"Unorthodox" William Morris president Dave Wirtschafter couldn't have known that his profile in the New Yorker, which should've been a high-brow blowjob for his agency, was going to wind up being such a headache. An operative shares this anecdote, which might reveal an unexpected bright side:

I was having dinner with a friend who goes to UCLA last night and the friend told me that Dave Wirtschafter a William Morris agent* came to speak to her class a couple of weeks ago. When he asked how many people were interested in being an agent, nobody raised their hand so he moved on to the other leech career, public relations. He asked if anyone in the class watches PoweR Girls (what a clever capitalization on MTV's part) and again, no hands were raised. So he tried to explain who Lizzie Grubman is and what a publicist does, only to draw more blank expressions from the class. So he went on to tell the class that he would have a large profile in the New Yorker in a couple of weeks and that they should read it.

See, something good has come out of this mess: We've discovered there's at least one class full of students that has no interest in becoming agents or publicists, giving us renewed hope for the future. Good thing Wirtschafter the agent* wasn't guest-lecturing at USC.

[*correction: We've been told that Wirtschafter didn't speak to the class; another WMA representative was there instead. We will now take a moment to cut ourselves and thank the HTML gods for giving us the strikethrough tag.]