Category Archives: Muddled Musings

Sorry Seems to Be the Easiest Word

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Akçakale I don’t like watching unrecorded television, probably because I have no dominion over it.

Live sports are maddening: My favorite teams have the audacity to err, lose a game even. And studies have shown that listening to the “Keyes on Van Nuys” jingle repeatedly will cause human ears to bleed and, eventually, fall off. That’s just science.

Same with any show that isn’t called Breaking Bad or Fargo. I’d rather record a late-night airing, even if I’m awake for it, to avoid sales pitches for hemorrhoid creams and personal injury attorneys.

But this week, I was drawn to the unadulterated boob tube by a much-publicized game for which I cared little. And I was glad I did.

Not for the game, which was putrid. But the ads were fascinating. In the span of two prime time hours, three companies ran advertisements with movie-quality production values, which is nothing new. But this is: The ads collectively said one thing: ‘I’m sorry.’

First came Uber’s, which apologized for its reputation of misogyny and driver/rider mistreatment:

Then came Facebook, which apologized for giving out personal data to anyone with a checkbook:

Finally, there was Wells Fargo, which apologized for creating bogus customer accounts — and the requisite account fees:

https://youtu.be/1rrivHxCeeY

Whether the ads are effective remain unclear. But on a corporate scale, the mea culpa marketing strategy is in full bloom. A cursory check of commercials of other  corporations reveal a similar tack. Here was Domino’s apology for making pizza that tastes like a cereal box:

General Motors asked forgiveness for all the taxpayer bailout money it needed to stay afloat:

And, not to be out-humbled, Toyota said ‘my bad’ for a string of recent recalls:

The strategy seems risky but well-defined in purpose: to make corporate America appear more humanoid. The Supreme Court has ruled that businesses have much the same rights as American citizens. But the court didn’t require them to have manners.

So corporations are putting on their best human airs. How many times have we seen a commercial with the subtext “Real people, not actors?” As if a) actors are not people; and b) real people are less likely to lie to you.

Only time will tell if the public will forgive. But an informal poll of friends suggests skepticism is a hard wall to bring down once it’s erected. Do you believe a deceiver who tells you, ‘This time, for real?’ We hear your apologies, corporate America. And we apologize for being so suspicious of ulterior motives. We’ll do better next time.

Promise.

 

 

 

 

The Royal Fuss

 

For a relatively slow news week, it’s been fascinating to see networks juggle the  dominant stories of the weekend: the royal wedding and the Texas high school shooting.

Headlines crawl and split screens shrug as the networks seem to juggle their own conscious. CNN appears particularly torn. It had a thoughtful piece on a public beleaguered by grim news — followed by live reports and video feeds from across the pond. Did we just witness a massive rationalization?

Let’s stick with a few non-agenda facts:

  • Lin Ching Lan is a deaf Taiwanese professional dancer and choreographer who feels the vibrations of music through wooden floors.
  • King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia was shocked when Queen Elizabeth II drove him around her estate, since women couldn’t drive in his country.
  • Catholics in Nicaragua, who observe Lent by abstaining from meat, make meals of armadillo or iguana instead. 
  • Self-driving cars play Grand Theft Auto to learn how to drive better.
  • The record for the most Wimbledon titles is held by Professor Bernard Neal: he was croquet champion 38 times.
  • A cat has been the mayor of Talkeetna, Alaska for 15 years.
  • More than four tons of old U.S. paper money is mulched into compost every day.

 

Green, Then Blue!

By Stop It Lucy

Green, then blue! in specks of red
Sear the slit, split the beam, cascade
Spackled cages pay no mind; the canyons are too twisty
Head lamps a tunnel vision
Forward no counter to clockwise me
Sing me awake
Pulling ripcords here
We’re beginning our descent
No bound but south for angels hellbent.