There’s reality. And then there’s perception. And when you’re talking about business, there’s ulterior motive. Nowhere is this more blatantly true (and less obvious) than in the rush to “green” products.
Think back to when the “green” movement was known as the “ecology” movement. Remember the brouhaha about grocery bags? First, we were told that paper sacks resulted in killing too many trees, so grocers switched to plastic bags. Then the ecoNazis preached that the plastic bags were bad, as they used fossil fuels, and were therefore killing the planet – not to mention their inability to gracefully decompose in landfills. Today, most supermarkets offer your choice of “paper or plastic,” and have recently started shilling “reusable” bags. A recent episode of the wickedly funny ABC prime time cartoon The Goode Family, the social-climbing mom forgot her reusable totes (6:43 to 7:40 in the clip above) when shopping at the grocery store. Faced with disapproving looks from the other greenies at the market, she finally blurted out, “Load me up…I know a lot of people are comfortable with reusable bags, but I’m not. Those bags are made in sweatshops.” The other shoppers are promptly stricken by kind of Liberal Guilt only someone who is desperately trying to live up to an impossible, illogical standard can feel. Read the rest of this entry »
I never met Billy Mays. But I liked him. And I liked his work. There’s something that has always fascinated me about the pitchman and the way he works. Billy Mays was the King of the Pitchmen. The guy had the mad skills when it came to selling – you get the feeling that, no mater the product, he could find a way to make you want it. The guy could have sold iceboxes to Eskimos, and made them line up 10 deep to buy ‘em. There was something refreshingly honest, open, and yes, even a little hokey about his style. I mean, the man made a living selling stuff, to the extent that his endorsement of a product added to its credibility. Think about that. They guy that sold us Orange Glo, OxyClean and Mighty Putty (which is nothing more than plumber’s putty – epoxy – with a fancy marketing campaign), could give a product some street cred just because he endorsed it. How many marketing guys can you think of that could endorse a product and have it really mean something? To say Billy Mays was a “success” would be an understatement. From humble beginings, he ended up with a mansion in Tampa, Florida, and an income and net worth that was the envy of nearly everyone in marketing. Not bad for someone who came up in the State Fair circuit. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve had my iPhone for a week now. This is the point in time at which flaws and annoyances begin to rear their ugly heads. I’ve got to say that I’ve been pleasantly surprised to see that these are few and far between. What I’m left with, as of today, is a feeling of amazement – that I’m still somewhat in awe of how seemlessly the interface functions, how easy everything is to use, and how Apple seems to have thought of just about everything.
If I have a gripe, I suspect it will be with battery life, but that’s only because I’ve been on it so much. Not sure, short of using an OLED screen, what they could do to fix this, but from what I hear, the 3G S is a lot better than the 3G in that respect.
By comparison, at this stage of the game with the Windows Mobile phone, I was busy making excuses for the OS, doing my best to explain away the problems, like some newlywed who’s desperately trying to believe that their spouse is “just a little stressed” and not really abusive.
Ouch.
That leads me to what I think is a huge mistake that Apple and AT&T are making regarding the marketing of the iPhone. Read the rest of this entry »
As I sit here this morning at the grokmedia World Headquarters, listening to Glenn Beck on the radio, I’m annoyed by another airing of a commercial for a local jewelry store. I’m annoyed because their spot is, in point of fact, evil. I don’t mean they’re advocating Satanism, mass murder, or believing what the Administration tells us without question (that would be Evil, criminally Evil, and naieve, respectively). No, this spot is evil with a lowercase “e,” but in a way, that makes it all the more unsettling. Allow me to explain.
Let me first say that Barnes Jewelry is a local institution here in Amarillo. Everywhere you go in the USA, you’ll find local companies that are the de facto category leaders, the ones that are the default choices for the landed gentry, the movers and shakers, and the powers that be. Barnes Jewelry falls squarely in that category. Unlike everywhere else in the USA, Amarillo has a particularly provincial habit of favoring the local talent over a national retailer, even if the national retailer has a screamingly wonderful product, and there’s room for more than one vendor in a given category. (I’m STILL steamed that I live in a burg that is the only place on the face of God’s Green Earth that lost a Krispie Kreme donut shop, because the locals chose to ignore it, and support the local choice, the Donut Stop.) Read the rest of this entry »
Unless you’re over the age of 40, you remember Ed (IF you remember Ed) as a one-note joke, one of the over-the-hill Publisher’s Clearing House pitchmen. Or perhaps as a news item, last year, when he was losing his palatial home.
If you’re over 40, you remember him as Johnny Carson’s (pictured left, with McMahon) second banana, a fixture on the Tonight Show, or perhaps as the host of a pre-Simon Cowell talent show.
McMahon was one of those guys who was famous for being famous. In thinking back on his career, he was just sort of always there…like wallpaper, he never seemed to NOT be there. Until he – and Carson – were gone. But just because McMahon was famous for being famous, does not mean he was not a valuable asset to Carson, or didn’t have talent on his own.
On Friday, June 19th, I was fortunate enough to score a new, black 32GB iPhone. No, I didn’t wait in line at the crack of dawn. I didn’t pre-order it. I just walked into an AT&T store around 2PM, and waited (only about 30 minutes) and walked out with my new phone. When I’m gonna buy into something that requires a (2 year) commitment, I typically wait for version 3.0. This is because I’ve learned – the hard way – that the first release of anything is usually the “one-point-UH-oh” release. In version 2, they get the bugs worked out from the first one, but it’s version three where the product really hits the sweet spot. So I waited to jump on the iPhone bandwagon until the 3G s was released (a.k.a. iPhone version 3.0/iPhone OS 3.0). I’m happy to report that the product lives up to it’s marketing hype – and then some. Read the rest of this entry »
My Dad grew up in Vaudeville. He was a child star, from the age of 3 onward. After the war, he was touring with George Gobel, right after he was married. Gobel took a then well-known joke and made it real for my parents on their wedding night. Here’s how the joke goes… Read the rest of this entry »
If I were king of the world, morons that get their jollies by stealing passwords, infecting sites with malware, defacing sites, and any other kind of mischief, would get the death penalty. No appeals. No delays. We’d string ‘em up, preferably in public, with mandatory coverage by the networks. (Obviously, the networks are acquainted with mandatory programming – they cover every Obama presser, so they shouldn’t have a problem with a sensational, money-maker like a public execution.)
About a week ago, a client notified me that there was a problem with one of the sites I host for them. I assumed – at first – that the malicious JavaScript code that had been added to their index page without permission was an isolated incident.
I’m a huge fan of animated cartoons. One of the bright spots in the 90′s was the Steven Spielberg-produced Animaniacs, a series which proved that it was still possible to create funny, acerbic, satirical cartoons that would appeal to both children and adults. Two of the stars of the series were two lab mice (who’s genes had been spliced), Pinky and The Brain. Pinky was an idiot savant with a goofy, slightly Aussie-sounding dialect, while The Brain was a masterful take on Orson Welles. (Go to YouTube.com and search for “Pinky and The Brain” – I’ll wait.)
Back? Good. Now that you’re familiar with Pinky and The Brain, you’ve probably heard The Brain tell Pinky more than once, “Focus, Pinky…focus.” Pinky was something of a free spirit, easily distracted by the here and now, and frequently distracted from the overall plan.
If you’ve been wondering where I’m going with this, wonder no more. In marketing, you’re screwing up if you’re channeling Pinky. Let me explain, with some real life examples… Read the rest of this entry »
If you’ve been reading the papers or watching TV, it would be hard to have missed the debacle that is one-third of what was once Detroit’s Big Three, Chrylser Corporation. There’s a lot at play here – the ObamaNation putting it’s thumb on the scales to tip them in favor of the unions (in a REAL bankruptcy, union contracts are immediately held null and void, as are pension funds and other benefits), the idea that bond holders should head to the back of the line, the giveaway to Fiat (they aren’t BUYing anything…just taking what’s left of Chrysler as a favor).
What amazes me, however, is that the media – on both the left AND the right – is confused about why Chrysler (or let’s get real: The Treasury Dept.) wants to can almost 800 loyal ChryslerCo dealers today.
First, a couple of disclaimers – my wife and I both drive Jeeps, I’m a big fan of the Wrangler, and I used to work for an agency that did ads for car dealers, exclusively.
Congressmen, pundits and TV talking heads are all up in arms about the dealer bloodletting, claiming there’s no reason to kill off dealerships, and that “fewer dealers means fewer sales.”
They announced that Ed McMahon died today.
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