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best marketing strategy ever

I’m not a fan of reality tv.

I did watch the first Bachelorette and quite enjoyed it, but I believe that was primarily due to the fact that I was about 13.  Actually–that isn’t true–I’d probably watch a ton of shit tv if it weren’t for the fact that I have severe ADHD that prevents me from boob tubing it for more than about 30 minutes.  But the point is, this post is about The Bachelor.  (Accordingly, I apologize in advance if I don’t have my facts straight!)

I cannot imagine my outrage if I’d actually watched the show, but holy media saturation, batman!  I’m pretty sure that I’ve heard about what happened about 30 times within the past few days.

So, if you did not hear or are unfamiliar with the idea behind the show, the shortened version is that homeboy (‘The Bachelor’) lives out many a male fantasy with a harem of women who are grossly smitten by him from day one.  He dates them, they cry, he gives them roses and kicks them to the curb, they cry some more and declare homeboy The One.  One of these lucky women (barf) gets chosen by ‘The Bachelor’ and he proposes.

Well, this time, they did not walk hand in hand off set only to break up 8 months later.  This time, they broke up a month later.

But that isn’t all my friends.  No, that is NOT all.  Homeboy declared that he was just not that into the girl he’d PROPOSED to only a few weeks earlier, and decided that the lady he sent packing was indeed the one he should have chosen.

Disregarding the obvious stupidity of the entire ordeal, I have to say that there is no way that could be legit–as in, not manufactured by the producers of the program.  Who in the hell cared about the Bachelor a few weeks ago?  (Okay, I suppose there is a group of single 20-something women splitting their time between drooling over engagement rings and thinking about this program.)  But now, it has been getting so much attention…mostly because of the sheer ridiculousness of it, but even so, there’s no such thing as bad publicity my friends.

The dude from the show claims he simply had a “change of heart” or whatever.  I have a few things to say about this.  Number one: not only is he 32, but he has a child.  What kind of person is he that he plans to marry a woman and then ditches her for another?  I don’t really believe he would be so irresponsible with such a serious choice, especially given the fact that he is rather old and is making choices not only for himself, but for his son.  I would like to make another point–and I would like to thank People Magazine for assisting me with this:

WHAT IN THE HELL IS HE WEARING????

No, really.  REALLY.  How could 30 women be into a guy who dresses like a Fall Out Boy reject turned Abercrombie model??

I mean okay, he probably didn’t choose his own clothing on the show?  I pray this is the case and some overzealous costume designer (who is obviously oh-so-talented, to land such an enviable position!) misperceived the fact that he is not cool enough or–okay I’ll say it–young enough to pull that shit off.  He seriously looks like a fool.

I just had to let that out.

Anyway, I give hella props to the people behind this stunt because not unlike most people (since I don’t think the show is too highly rated), it takes a lot for me to think about The Bachelor and I’ve not only thought about it, but become interested in it, and even written a weblog about it.  And that, my friends, is the magic of marketing!

x C

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red, red wine and assorted nonsense

I’m not sure there’s anything in the world that cheers me up as much as a nice bottle of cabernet sauvignon!  I am cheery.

I would like to share with you a comment a very old and very obese woman made to Mason today.  He said, “Here is your change–69 cents”.  To this, she replied: “Wooo baby! 69! I like that number!!”.  I am told her daughter looked mortified.

A few moments later, she said “Hey, where can I get some of that 69, sugar?”–which apparently was her way of asking for sugar.  What?

Unfortunately I missed all of this (I was chatting on the phone) and Mason recounted it to me, although he was more frightened than amused.  Poor kid.  I think it’s just hilarious though, and also rather crazy that these sorts of people are running amok amongst the rest of us.  How can anyone be that cracked out?

Another thing I have to comment on is the fact that I don’t know what the FUCK is wrong with our society.  Really.

I have long ago accepted that I am “out of touch” with the majority of American culture, but still, even in seeking not to identify with it, but simply to understand it, I must say that there are so many things I fail to understand.

I mention this because Marley and I–or should I say “Marley and Me“, which brings up another interesting point: that film was #1 even though it was against several REMARKABLE films at the box office.  To be fair, I have not seen it.  But it’s a dog movie people; even a well-marketed dog movie is still just a dog movie–and should not beat a fucking well-made film at the box office (especially Doubt or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which were two of the year’s best films in my opinion, and which opened the same weekend only to be beaten by that yuckiness).

Anyway, last night someone started telling me about this programme entitled “Tool Academy”–it obviously sounded right up my alley, because although I do not enjoy television, I do quite enjoy tools (not to be confused with implements used for fixing things).  So Marley and I viewed it, and whilst we laughed the entire time, one still has to wonder why this sort of nonsense is pervading our society.

Another thing that keeps cracking me up is “If You Seek Amy” (say it slowly), Britney’s new song.  I personally enjoy Britney’s music, I think it’s usually pretty good to groove to, and I would call myself a fan–this is something I am rather quick to proclaim, and most people think it’s an ironic statement, but it’s not.  I really like her music.  The point is though, that after losing her mind publicly and continuing to act pretty crazy, she finally seemed to be moving toward relative normalcy (extremely relative here)–and now she’s singing a song exclaiming “F-U-C-K Me”???  I mean if that isn’t comically absurd, I don’t know what is.

I’m DREADING tomorrow.  I have to use my brain once again–I’ve decided that along with my whole new “stop fucking around” mentality, I’m going to do something more with my time than, well, fucking around.  Ergo, I’m teaching undergrads this semester.  I’m sort of dreading it because I don’t really care all that much about anything which makes it hard for me to make authoritative statements, particularly when trying to tell someone what to do–and that combined with a class full of gnarly undergrads makes me kind of concerned.

Hopefully it will go okay.

I hope no one else is plagued by a case of the Mondays tomorrow. ;-)

xx Charlee

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