The Wolf of Wall Street Ruined Entrepreneurship
Updated: Feb 16
In my last article, I talked about how I’d been hoodwinked by a sneaky bunch of recruitment agents. They were, supposedly, connecting me with a sales job.
The only issue... there wasn’t a sales job. There was only a gladiator match between me and forty other graduates. We were thrown into a room, and spent the day trying to one up each other.
The silver back Chads of the group were kept on. But the quiet ones like me were told to go home.
You might think I’m exaggerating, but I genuinely saw people doing that Wolf of Wall Street thing. You know what I mean.
The chest thumping thing.
It was as though I’d stumbled into some frat party with a formal dress code.
I don’t think any of them realised how daft it looked either. In fact, they all seemed to be having a rather serious time.
Obviously, these people saw themselves as the next generation of Jordan Belforts. Don’t get me wrong, if you aspire to be one of society’s super-rich, then go for it.
Sky’s the limit and whatnot.
But there’s better ways to go about it than by shovelling penny stocks.
I’ve had a while to reflect since that fight in the wolf-pit. Two weeks, to be exact.
What I’ve realised - and this probably isn’t a great epiphany for most of you - is how everyone associates that chest thumpy thing with, for whatever reason, preparing for success.
This, along with the ‘Sell me this pen’ line, is now a widely recognised gesture amongst aggressive businessmen.
Now, before you say ‘Hold on there buster, you can’t generalise like that’, I’m not just using my own experience as an example.
There’s an infamous pyramid scheme here in Liverpool, located on Castle Street, who convince their employees 12 hour days of door-to-door sales is a great deal.
Adding to the cringe factor, the more brainwashed of the workforce don’t shut up about how much they love their cult-like leader.
But I digress.
You can probably see where I’m going with this.
Mm-MmMm-Mm *THUMP, THUMP*, Mm-MmMm-Mm *THUMP, THUMP*, Mm-Mm-Mm-Mmmmmmmm-Mh-MhmmMm-MmMm
Before they go out to bother Liverpool’s citizens, they do the Wall Street thumpy thing.
Slightly related note: Sorry to say this, Jonny Door-to-Door, but only Matthew McConaughey and Leo D.C. can make that seem cool.
You look like a moron.
Anyway, this film has completely changed the world of sales. It’s no longer seen by many as a profession for desperate sleazebags.
Now it has a twisted sense of glamour, and there’s a morbid intrigue from the general public.
A hefty chunk of people, after watching Wolf of Wall Street, will have thought about becoming a stock-broker or salesman.
Never before have we had such an influx of teenagers saying, ‘When I grow up, I want to be a senior sales executive’.
It’s as though people have forgotten how to be original.
True success comes from ingenuity, and fresh ideas.
Look at all these rapidly growing tech start-ups and alternative businesses. They're the real benchmark for success.
But they're overlooked.
Everyone just wants to be Jordan Belfort, preying upon their fellow man’s wallet.
We need to tear ourselves free of that film. We need to keep advancing.
Once again, if you aspire to be one of society’s super-rich, I am in no way condemning that. Let’s be honest, it’d be awesome.
But think, I mean really think, about how you want to get there.
Start something unique.
Be your own person, not some knock-off Stratton Oakmont wannabe.
Chances are, if you do something you really care about, you’ll end up successful anyway.
And who knows, maybe one day there’ll be a film about you.