Truth in advertising (oh them marketing weasels)
Once in a while, things get in my head. Sort of the way it is when someone starts singing a bad song like "Say Say Say" by Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson and before you know it, that song is there messing up your head for weeks on end. Sort of like that, eh?
Recently, little things are keeping me up at night. Not in that traumatic way like "good gosh if I don't get that document done the project will fail" or "what am I going to do with the body..." Not important things, just little things that we see and hear in our everyday lives. For instance:
- What's the deal with the Loblaws' president -- you know, the one who makes the choices? How can there be President's Choice tampons and President's Choice shaving cream for men? How can that be?
- How can a city be "world class" if it doesn't have a rail line to the airport?
- How do they know if it's "better tasting" dog food? Can dogs talk? Who tastes it? Do they hire homeless people to do their market research? (Remember that movie "Down and Out in LA" when Nick Nolte, a method actor, actually ate dog food. Yuck! You're an actor, Nick, it's make believe. If you're not good enough to "act" like you're eating dog food, get off the screen. And then he ends up in "Prince of Tides." Pretending to have have sex with Barbra Streisand... as if!)
- Crispy Crunch light? Crispy Crunch Light? Whatever are they thinking?
So you see, I'm not having really big thoughts; but that doesn't mean I'm getting a good night's sleep either. Yes, there are more important things in the world, your world, maybe. Nevertheless, umm, thanks and good luck.
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