Welcome back to @NoBtotheS‘s series on the suicide inducing habits of people in the fashion industry. (Editor’s note: If you’re not familiar with NoBtotheS, or No Bullshit, s/he is an anonymous fashion publicist working in New York City who’s famed for a hilarious Twitter account.)

This post is dedicated to the PRs who I call my friends, in the most sincere way. We shop, eat, drink, laugh, cry, and bitch together. This is for you- you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.

1. Nonsensical RSVPs: Why am I receiving emails from your coordinator, RSVPing on your behalf to my agency’s event? You aren’t friends with the designer (or ME for that matter) so don’t be surprised if you get an email back from MY assistant beginning with “Due to the high volume of RSVPs and limited space…”

2. “Celebrity” PRs: Not to be confused with PRs who represent A-listers. I’m talking about PRs who mistake THEMSELVES for bold names. No one cares about you (ever) and demanding press mentions from your directors is desperate and needy. It’s just not a good look.

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Welcome back to @NoBtotheS‘s series on the suicide inducing habits of people in the fashion industry. (Editor’s note: If you’re not familiar with NoBtotheS, or No Bullshit, s/he is an anonymous fashion publicist working in New York City who’s famed for a hilarious Twitter account.)

Last week, No Bullshit took on Fashion Editors. This week, it’s PR clients, aka designers.

1. Oh- I didn’t realize you are a designer AND a publicist, too! We should both stick to what we do best; you design and I’ll handle the press. Accepting press opportunities before first discussing them with ME is just foolish! I am here, day in and day out, keeping your best interest at heart and one misguided placement could derail a year’s worth of strategic planning. Also, you’re giving me an ulcer.

2. Mistaking your publicist for personal assistant: Look, I didn’t slave my way to the position I’m in to be reduced to your PA. I work with editors on the top half of the masthead so I can get the press you want….DO NOT waste my time with pleas for dinner ressies at The Lion or Waverly Inn…get your 22 year old assistant to do that.

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Welcome to @NoBtotheS‘s series on the suicide inducing habits of people in the fashion industry. (Editor’s note: If you’re not familiar with NoBtotheS, or No Bullshit, she/he is an anonymous fashion publicist working in New York City who’s famed for a hilarious Twitter account.) Up first, Fashion Editors–love to hate them and hate to love them.

1. They put the fun in trust fund: It took me a while to get wise to the fact that half of you come from wealthy backgrounds (rock legend patronage, heir to publishing giant, luxury goods parent company, and frozen food giant, etc, etc) and thus have the freedom to accept a position with a starting pay of $25k…the rest of you just marry well.

2. Overwhelming sense of entitlement: Here’s the thing; you’re not fooling anyone! All I have to do is search your name in entourage to see that you haven’t responded to my last DOZEN or so emails. But now that you want something (event invite, discount or a freebie) we are suddenly friends of the bosom.

3. Editors that don’t actually, you know, EDIT:

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