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| Anita
Santiagos Los Angeles-based agency is one of the top specialists
in the exploding field of ethnic advertising, which customizes and
targets ads to various minority groups. In particular, Santiago
helps advertisers tap into a Hispanic consumer market that spends
an estimated $440-billion a year. She brings an interesting background
(she started out writing TV soap operas in Venezuela), a keen understanding
of Latin culture, and a masters degree in clinical psychology
to her work for such clients as Wells Fargo Bank and the California
Milk Board. Q: What do you think about some of the changes weve
seen in advertising to women in recent years specifically,
the kind of empowering images and messages put out there
by Nike and others? A: I think its been a great thing because
it really did begin to focus ads on womens uniqueness. However,
once again, the womens empowerment theme is a
very Anglo message and doesn't really ring a bell in the Hispanic
market. Hispanic women have a different mind-set and, of
course, Im generalizing here. But if you tend to have more
of an us-oriented way of thinking, then as a woman you
dont want to talk about doing my own thing. People
in the Hispanic culture tend to set their own goals within the landscape
of family goals. The empowering message I am woman
has an attitude that can be almost divisive. And thats
not the attitude this audience responds to.
Warren Berger
Phaidon Press
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IKEA
North America
Since 2003 |
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UnitedHealthcare
Since 2004 |
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The
Nielsen Company
Since 2006 |
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Bridgestone/Firestone
Since 2006 |
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InterValley
Health Plan
Since 2006 |
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Hawks rode the thermals
in front of me; some
at a lower altitude, so that
I could see their backs.
Vultures circling would have added drama, but there were none, never had
been in all my desert travels. Perhaps it was a good omen. Sweating and
wary on the top, we enjoyed the breeze and view for just a few seconds
before beginning our descent. Ahead were a couple more mountain ridges,
but beyond them it looked flat. We were about halfway down, skidding and
sliding in a small cloud of dust, when the faint buzz of an airplane became
audible. "Run!" cried Genero, down below in the lead, waving
his arms for us to follow. Nothing was visible, but it could be soon
and so, then, would we. The dust cloud became larger, our movements reckless
and desperate, and we strove for the bottom. There were no trees or cactuses
at all on the small slope, and only when I arrived on nearly flat ground
at the valley floor did I realize Genero had jumped into an arroyo. Stooping
low under the trees along its rim, I shot in with the others.
Ted Conover
Coyotes
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