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The Profits Of Doom
You know what bugs me though, that everyone here who’s in marketing is now thinking the same thing: “Oh, cool, Bill’s going for that Anti-Marketing Dollar. That’s a huge market!” QUIT IT! Don’t turn everything into a dollar sign, please! ...“Oohh, the Plea For Sanity Dollar. Huge! HUGE market! Look at our research.”
-Bill Hicks
Remember the stranger on the street who asked you to take their picture, and showed you all the cool gadgets on their picture phone?
Remember when you invited your friend Bob to the barbeque, and he kept ranting that you wouldn’t believe how much these new chicken sausages he bought taste like pork?
Remember the woman you saw reading that new bestseller on the bus, who gushed about it when you asked her what she thought of it?
Turns out it was all a marketing ploy!
Thank Jeebus for those brave, selfless pioneers of Madison Avenue! They have finally, after decades of tireless work, entered the Final Untapped Frontier of Marketing: the conversations you have with friends, family or complete strangers every minute of every day of your life!
This is beautiful. We have entered a state that the Dadaists would have loved: language is now meaningless. There is no longer any way to tell what is a real conversation, and what is a cleverly designed marketing ploy. For instance: was my Top 20 Albums of the Year post really a sincere expression of my musical taste, or did an advertising firm in the employ of the record industry pay me to drum up some buzz for a bunch of obscure, oddball albums that haven’t sold for shit? Is this post really an satirical expression of my disgust with soulless advertisers, or did Jeffrey of Library Chronicles pay me to link his blog, where I found this story in the first place?
Through the looking glass….
