Cleantech Entrepreneurs Not Feelin’ the Love at the NY Venture Summit
Anyone coming to New York City who expects to see selfless acts of warmth and empathy for one’s fellow man clearly has no understanding of the spirit of the place. Having said that, my experience at the 2011 New York Venture Summit went beyond the pale in terms of sheer mean-spiritedness.
Let me set the stage: 75 entrepreneurs in life sciences and cleantech each had seven pressure-packed minutes to present their business plans in PowerPoint to a panel of 8 – 10 venture capitalists. Most presenters were visibly nervous–and who wouldn’t be? A room packed to the rafters with judges and fellow contestants, each waiting anxiously for his name to be called. At the appointed time, the speaker would come to the stage and make a pitch that could either culminate in the few million dollars of funding necessary to get his “baby” off the ground, or, 100 times more likely, rejection.
And when I say “rejection,” you had to see it to believe it. The VCs were (for some reason) asked to comment on each plan after it was presented. And these comments were uniformly critical, some in constructive ways, I’ll grant, but, for the most part, they were unkind, and occasionally quite vicious.
A smirking wunderkind from Khosla Ventures (whom I desperately wanted to slap) and the guy sitting next to him from Kleiner Perkins often turned to one another and snickered audibly at presenters’ statements they considered inappropriate. A panelist from another firm grilled a presenter (a PhD in materials science) on a business point after his talk. “I understand,” said the presenter humbly in response to the criticism. “Yeah right,” his tormentor mocked with obvious sarcasm.
Maybe I lack the thick skin required to deal effectively in today’s world. Or maybe I’m taking too much pity on the victim in this master-slave relationship. After all, the VCs have the money, and the entrepreneurs desperately need it; beggars cannot demand to be treated with respect and kindness. But have we come to this? Some of the smartest, most driven people on Earth, many with fantastic breakthrough ideas–developed over years, in some cases decades of work–being publicly ridiculed by a team of snotty young MBAs?
Had I not been paid to be there, I would have left before lunch. As I told the conference organizers, “Good conference overall, but this idea of rude, arrogant pigs heckling the presenters–often in the middle of their talks–is really deplorable. It’s shameful. Don’t expect to see me next year.”