Here’s the blog where I finally break the internet by holding the mirror up to
the mirror.
I’m always thinking about blog topics, especially now that I have the pressure of having to get at least one posted per week. About 2 weeks ago, I started noting how annoyed I was getting at commercials, and how they always seem to play into the same base desires of people. I found it insulting that they seemed to be saying that all women could be plied with chocolate and diamonds. That all men just wanted to avoid their women. That women’s problems were trivial enough that a good shopping trip could solve them. That men were essentially alcoholic morons.
I started thinking that I wanted to turn that observation into a blog entry. I’ve been working on it all week, and it never came together. It eventually became something weird about how people take the easy jokes instead of pushing themselves to be more creative.
There were points where I was writing whole television commercials and Jay Leno monologues and I went into this whole long rant about this dude I used to work with who sang “Danny Boy” at me every day (because my name is Dan.)
The problem with this idea, is that it was just an idea. I didn’t have a real coherent concept behind it, so while I could come up with a couple of cute quips, I was basically doing what I was criticizing. There wasn’t any real insight to what I was writing, so I was just super rambling and unfocused. It never really came together
I’m always thinking about blog topics, especially now that I have the pressure of having to get at least one posted per week. About 2 weeks ago, I started noting how annoyed I was getting at commercials, and how they always seem to play into the same base desires of people. I found it insulting that they seemed to be saying that all women could be plied with chocolate and diamonds. That all men just wanted to avoid their women. That women’s problems were trivial enough that a good shopping trip could solve them. That men were essentially alcoholic morons.
I started thinking that I wanted to turn that observation into a blog entry. I’ve been working on it all week, and it never came together. It eventually became something weird about how people take the easy jokes instead of pushing themselves to be more creative.
There were points where I was writing whole television commercials and Jay Leno monologues and I went into this whole long rant about this dude I used to work with who sang “Danny Boy” at me every day (because my name is Dan.)
The problem with this idea, is that it was just an idea. I didn’t have a real coherent concept behind it, so while I could come up with a couple of cute quips, I was basically doing what I was criticizing. There wasn’t any real insight to what I was writing, so I was just super rambling and unfocused. It never really came together
Of course, what is a blog if not hyper self aware, so I've decided to post the shitty, unfinished blog and let you all see a little bit of my process.
Here’s my blog about way too many things, while at the same time not being about enough. I can’t figure out how to say what I want in an entertaining way. I worked it over 4 or 5 times, and it still sucks, but hopefully that’s kind of interesting in itself.
Here’s my blog about way too many things, while at the same time not being about enough. I can’t figure out how to say what I want in an entertaining way. I worked it over 4 or 5 times, and it still sucks, but hopefully that’s kind of interesting in itself.
In italics are the original blog. In regular type are my retrospective comments on said failed blog attempt.
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What compels us to
take the easy road? I mean… aside from it being easy.
Here’s every
commercial targeted at women on TV right now:
“Whoa ladies, chill the fuck out! Since you don’t have real problems, have this delicious chocolate! That should calm your simple little brain. “
“Whoa ladies, chill the fuck out! Since you don’t have real problems, have this delicious chocolate! That should calm your simple little brain. “
“What’s that? The
chocolate didn’t do the trick? How about everyone’s guilty pleasure… Shopping!
Oh, don’t you worry about that job interview. Nothing can cure a shitty day
like buying some shoes! Am I right?”
“Now that you’re
bellies are full of chocolate, and your feet are swathed in soft, supple
leather, it’s time for some kayaking… you know… since it’s your time of the
month. So, put on some white pants and have a fucking ball!”
It’s right about here where I start to lose my train of thought. I mix up tampons and Valtrex. I got too amused with my fake lady commercials and I miss my own point.
It’s not just the
ladies… Here’s every commercial targeted at men:
Hi Men… Women are the worst! Have a beer in your man cave while you plan your golf outing.
Hi Men… Women are the worst! Have a beer in your man cave while you plan your golf outing.
I toyed with “Hi Men,
Women are the Worst!” and just leaving it at that. I think that would have been
better.
You know who should be
insulted most? Creativity.
The same products going back to the same tired wells over, and over, and over again.
Of course, it’s as much our fault as theirs… We all let them get away with it, by going to Facebook and posting about how we “Need… Chocolate….Now.” or “Just had a fight with [our] boss, so [we} bought some new shoes and [we’re] feeling better already.”
The same products going back to the same tired wells over, and over, and over again.
Of course, it’s as much our fault as theirs… We all let them get away with it, by going to Facebook and posting about how we “Need… Chocolate….Now.” or “Just had a fight with [our] boss, so [we} bought some new shoes and [we’re] feeling better already.”
Weak examples. I’m
not sure why I decided on these. I think I tried being vague so as not to point
fingers at specific people.
I’d wanna say that we’re better than that, but maybe I’m not so sure. If we truly were better than that, we wouldn’t be bombarded with the lowest common denominator advertising. Why are we not demanding more?
I get frustrated, though, because even though the creative option is right there for the taking, everyone reaches for the “low hanging fruit”. It’s just all so fucking lame and tired and easy.
I keep wanting to
make a “Low hanging fruit” joke, but I never get around to it.
It’s not just advertising, though. There’s absolutely nothing I hate more than the guy who constantly makes the easiest joke. I dunno.. I’m a snob I guess. What fun is it to make the first joke that comes to your mind? It doesn’t take skill, or smarts, or timing to hear someone say something is “hard” and throw out a “that’s what she said”… It requires no more thought than saying the pledge of allegiance. We hear the key word, and our mouth starts moving before even considering the how fucking lazy it is... I admit it… I do it do, but I try not to. I try to let someone else take the easy joke.
It’s not just advertising, though. There’s absolutely nothing I hate more than the guy who constantly makes the easiest joke. I dunno.. I’m a snob I guess. What fun is it to make the first joke that comes to your mind? It doesn’t take skill, or smarts, or timing to hear someone say something is “hard” and throw out a “that’s what she said”… It requires no more thought than saying the pledge of allegiance. We hear the key word, and our mouth starts moving before even considering the how fucking lazy it is... I admit it… I do it do, but I try not to. I try to let someone else take the easy joke.
Don’t worry… Someone
will make the joke. You won’t be left hanging. You know these people. They
laugh at their own jokes. They hear that my name is Dan, and they sing “Danny
Boy” as a greeting. They speak in made-up accents, and use tired puns, and
generally try working the room like it’s fucking 1964 in the Catskills. You get
the idea that they walk around hearing the rimshots as they spew quotes from
Anchorman.
I like this portion
of the blog. It’s not at all what I planned to write, but I find it at least
vaguely promising, conceptually. The douchebag who personifies the copier guy
on SNL. Always saying the dumbest, easiest thing possible.
They watch Jay fucking
Leno.
Once upon a time, I
thought Jay Leno was funny… but then I turned 12, and realized that if I read the
newspaper, I could literally play Celebrity/Joke Book mad libs, and figure out
his monologue every night.
What’s that? Lindsay Lohan does drugs? The joke becomes:
“So…did you hear this new thing about Lindsay Lohan? Apparently her drug problem has gotten so bad, she was recently seen snorting Splenda. Yeah… Well.. She heard it was Diet Coke!”
This was originally a Whitney Houston joke, but after she died, I felt the need to change it. I guess mentioning that now sort of undercuts the gesture. Sorry..
It’s cute, but it’s
not funny. It’s not clever. It’s an easy joke, but it’s not comedy.
So anyway… It’s no surprise that companies advertise to our stereotypes. We let them.
Longest digression
ever? Perhaps.
Doritos thinks they’re being original by having a murdering dog bribe a man with chips, but really they’re just doing the whole “Men are dumb and are always swayed by their libido and their appetites” bit. Also falling into this category are the “Nationwide” commercials where the dumbasses conjure food and prostitutes by singing the jingle. GoDaddy thinks they’ll sell domain names simply based on the promise of Danica Patrick under-cleavage. Taco Bell constantly depicts morons who are so blinded by the desires of their stomachs that they can’t make it out of the car before eating their girlfriend’s Chalupa.
Doritos thinks they’re being original by having a murdering dog bribe a man with chips, but really they’re just doing the whole “Men are dumb and are always swayed by their libido and their appetites” bit. Also falling into this category are the “Nationwide” commercials where the dumbasses conjure food and prostitutes by singing the jingle. GoDaddy thinks they’ll sell domain names simply based on the promise of Danica Patrick under-cleavage. Taco Bell constantly depicts morons who are so blinded by the desires of their stomachs that they can’t make it out of the car before eating their girlfriend’s Chalupa.
Another example of
some sort of riff where I don’t really know what I’m saying, so I hope the
volume and turn of phrase sort of masks that point. I do like the phrase “under-cleavage”a
fair amount.
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And that’s where I stopped. I couldn’t figure out how to get back to the main idea. I wasn’t even still sure the main idea had enough meat to make a full blog out of it. Seems more like a short bit in a hacky stand-up special, which… kind of undercuts my point about taking the easy way, doesn’t it?
Like… Even my observations on taking the easy way were easy.
It’s my preference to
post blogs that are fully formed, and edited and gone over a few times, but
sometimes it’s not in the cards. This week, I tried making a blog out of some
half-baked ideas and unfocused thoughts, and I failed. It’s kind of a bummer, but it is a part of the
process.
Next week?
The Disney E-mails return for “Proposed Attractions” where I
post a couple of original concepts for Disney attractions, and I poll the
readers on the best one.
