Last month I ran the following idea by my Twitter followers:
Pondering a blog post: "Ten Signs Your Contract Template Is F*cked."
— Ken Adams (@AdamsDrafting) October 10, 2020
It met with sufficient approval that I prepared a blog post entitled “Your Shit’s Fucked Up: 7 Signs of Dysfunctional Contract Templates.”
Well, I regret to say that it won’t see the light of day.
Scorn and ridicule (wielded carefully) are essential tools in my line of work. And what the heck, that sort of thing can be entertaining. But I save it for people who deserve it, and for people who can defend themselves. My proposed blog post isn’t aimed at a worthy target. Instead, it’s aimed at everyone who works with dysfunctional contract templates. That’s about 92.55% of us.
Haranguing people isn’t going to make any difference. When it comes to the mass of people working with contracts, it’s not that they’re obtusely opting for dysfunction. Instead, they’re riders on the copy-and-paste train, hanging on for dear life as it barrels down tracks, belching smoke and leaking steam, the rusty machinery rattling and clanking.
The only way to promote meaningful change is to offer an alternative. I’m trying to muster the support required to do just that.
Incidentally, what I liked best about my blog post was the title. It was inspired by this Warren Zevon song.