Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Rant About Marketing
I deeply resent THEM, the marketing people, playing on my fears. It all came home to me as I was watching a smarmy Grecian Formula commercial. First, a sexy female voice-over says "She'll never know, even though she runs her fingers through your hair". A man and woman are happily embracing. The girl purrs "ooh, I love your hair. It's Soo sexy". Then the man looks directly into the camera and winks.
Right. I get it. He uses Grecian formula. He scores. In order to sell thousands of tons of this diabolical scalp acid the marketers saturate us with the implication that we won't get laid by beautiful women if we look old.
Women are treated far worse. Every day they’re told that if they get a wrinkle or two, they're ready for the crone-heap, they can go out to the shack in back and start stirring newt's eyes and lizard scrotums into a big pot.
The evil that seeps up from the black heart of our commercial culture is so insidious that we become zombies under the influence of something we can 't hear, smell, taste, touch or see. We should spank these greedy marketing people on their tush. We need "re-education camps" for advertising execs. They will attend mandatory therapy sessions administered by ex-con hermaphroditic junkies.
Who the fuck do they think they are? Scaring me into wanting to buy Rogaine? Telling me my sex life is over if I lose a few patches of hair. I've ACTUALLY thought about it. I refuse to give in, I won’t be a victim of faux peer pressure. Instead I’ll spend the money I’ve saved not buying Rogaine and I'll go to Venezuela to get a face lift by Doctor Mendoza. This jovial man is a world famous plastic-surgeon. He has worked miracles on hundreds of Miss Universe contestants and many Hollywood stars. He is also a philanthropist who donates part of his time fixing up hare-lipped urchins from the streets of Caracas.
If you’ve reached a certain age you realize that the world has been going progressively more psychotic. Nothing is genuine anymore, everything is used as a shuck. I got a flyer from a so-called "Green" investment firm. They want me to invest my money in their mutual fund, and I should do so because they only buy “Green Stocks.” Uh huh. I was born yesterday. The most tender ministrations of the most altruistic do-gooders have been turned into Wall Street spam.
Even if I had money I would feel queasy about investment.
I can't help but feel as though the whole banking and finance system will go through a REAL meltdown around the year 2014 that will result in all the world's money winding up in Rupert Murdoch 's underground strong-room. He must be like Mr. Burns on The Simpsons.I wonder if he wrings his hands.
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