So a friend of mine posted a link on her Facebook page. The link was from an angry article in a 'Women's' magazine in response to a new Facebook app that will block out your friends photo's that they post of their babies and or children. My friends comment to this angry article was, "Yup, that about sums it up."
The article itself is witty and uses cool words strung together like "life porn and
social networks as comparison life shopping." Those are fun words when you string them together. And the article is a wonderful tirade in response to something that really doesn't matter. Not in the big picture, not in our daily lives, not ever. (And for the record I have no less than 7 (7!) friend's with new babies. Do I get sick of seeing baby pictures? Yep. Do they get sick of me making fun of their babies pictures with pithy pokes and tag lines? Yep. Because we're friends, we have history together, it's how we roll. I would defend their right to post these mind-numbing drool fests and they would defend my right to call them mind-numbing drool fests.) But there was something underlying in this article that disturbed me, but I couldn't put my finger on it, just yet.
So, fast forward a bit to later in the day and I've got a 'Non-Profit Radio' podcast playing in the background while I'm cleaning up the house and the entire show was this same type of tirade response to yet another product that has come out. And that's when it hit me. I had stopped watching regular television when pretty people resorted to eating bugs to be on the teevee and untalented half-wits were being insulted on every channel. I stopped watching/listening to political commentary when I couldn't bare to witness the Jerry Springer-esque presentation. I've been reduced to Niall Ferguson and Jim Lehrer.
And now I have my own strung together word, "Anger-mmercials". That's when you can make a product with some seemingly redeemable purpose and market it with white-hot anger in social networking, radio, teevee, or blogs. Because if you can get people to see the bad in something they will surely scream in to a void about it and voila, you have a ready-made marketing program. Hazzah! People are talking about your product.
I'll be glad when the anger phase/craze has cried itself to sleep. Because the only thing more boring than yet another picture of someone else's kid with "fun" sunglasses on, is reading/listening/watching an irate article/program about someone else's anger about a product. So here's a new caption: Your anger bores me.
NOTE: Cool words strung together: Your anger bores me. That's how we roll. Mind-numbing drool fests, Untalented half-wits, and Anger-mmercials.