I call it a Christmas Miracle!
I have been off Facebook for most of the year with no plans to go back. I do have a “maintenance” account because I look after some pages for people for filthy lucre. Yes, I am an ad guy, therefore … a whore.
I use Twitter and Instagram mainly. It keeps me somewhat up-to-date with family and current events but I found – at least with Twitter – I was increasingly getting steamed over what I read. So, I did something about it.
Now comparatively speaking my Twitter account is no big deal. I was following 2,500 people and 1500 were following me. It made for a robust Twitter stream … but!
So I decided to cull the herd. I unfollowed or muted folks who:
- Had Trump derangement syndrome
- Could not stop talking politics.
- Were all non-stop Trudeau this and Trudeau that!
- Were attention-seeking whores (All the time!)
- Were consistently whiny! “Oh, poor me! Wah!!!!!
- Kept retweeting or following the above.
So, off they went. I now have 2,200 folks I follow.
Now it is early sailing but in the last few days, my Twitter feed smells like a walk in a beautiful country meadow rather than a walk in New York in the 80s! (If you walked in NYC in the 80s then you know exactly what I am talking about!)
It has been refreshing. It has been a Cluetrain moment for me. You see, you are in control of your life, your social web and what you see and read.
Is this censorship?
This is getting rid of toxic folks who really need to get their shit together.
First of all – a lot of the folks who got dumped were Canadian and the Trumpster is really no concern of theirs. We have way bigger issues here!
Second of all if you think you will feel better by pulling at that scab – trust me, leave it be. Let it heal.
And last … no backbone, no follow. Full stop.
Happy New Year!!!
Sorry – I just love that picture! It has nothing to do with this post – and maybe that is the reason I chose it!
I was wondering about clickbait? And wanted to make a point – that being, how much I hate it and that you should too!
It was and still is (I think?) the highest viewed article on One Degree. Truthfully I haven’t checked because it sickens me.
I have been a Cluetrain Guy since day one – in fact they gave me permission s to use the material in The Cluetrain for lectures. And using clickbait is just so against my beliefs – to the core. So when I saw that a recent article I posted started to skyrocket with hits I needed to look … yep, this one! I did not do this on purpose. So what we are doing on OneDegree is now serving up what I call EIS – Executive Information Services as opposed to MIS. I would do more with this but it would cost me a pretty penny. And that penny of shininess ain’t on hand! We are not Condé Nast. Shit, we aren’t even Barb Nast! So what I do daily is grab really interesting articles from 50 or so alert feeds and one hundred or so news feeds and post them. They are all – for the most part – of interest to someone like just like me! A person that was deep into the online biz, some geeky stuff, some M&A and some good old-fashioned executive management stuff.
Anyway – the pictures I use are the front page shots on the first article. Well, the one last Friday was talking about fake news and the elections. Voila!!! Clickbait attained!
Not my intent. Not what I want. But there it is. Folks clank onto that story by the thousands and thousands … I was thinking of taking it down but that to me is close to censorship. And if you know me I hate that!
Anyway a smallish Mea Culpa!
A 16-year-old gets major international media attention. Kanye, Michael Jackson Tay Tay type media attention! She somehow addressed Davos, the European Union, sailed across the ocean, addressed the US Congress and the UN, then met with civic leaders and our Prime Minister.
<Insert sound of tires screeching!> Stop! Hold on just a damn minute.
I don’t know anything, but I do know to get that type of attention the following is probably true:
1 – You have three heads, just cured cancer, won a Nobel, a Pulitzer, and an Academy Award in the same week along with The Masters the US Open and married Kanye West – and even with all those you probably would not get the media attention Greta did. As quick as she did and as thorough as she did. Why? Because no one before her, let alone a 16-year-old with no credentials has ever done it.
2 – To get that type of media attention you must have a huge machine behind you. And by machine, I mean mucho dinero. And by mucho dinero, I mean more money than God!
She allegedly has a PR guru Ingmar Rentzhog. But even a PR Guru needs money. She gets a film made arranges a sail across the ocean .. travel hotels, meal expenses and on and on and so on and so forth. That in itself is more money than an ordinary, as she is billed, 16-year-old has let alone be able to rent a hotel without a credit card… at 16!
No PR Guru does this on spec. There is more to this than meets the eye. Or Greta is smarter than anyone that ever lived and/or richer and has more Klout than say, George Soros. (Sorry, Did I say that?)
Try this … just for shits and giggles, call up a random large company – hell, make it your bank and tell them you want to speak with … nay, meet with the President and Chairman tomorrow.
1 – You would be lucky to speak to a real person calling your own bank. That would then involve several left messages and “Press 1 for la de da Press 3 for la de da etc and if someone ever did get back to you …
2 – Your request would be denied. Full stop. “Who da fuck do you think you are?”
3 – If you did get a meeting it would be in 3 – 4 weeks at the very least and probably canceled before that
4 – And, If you did get the meeting it would be the shortest 2 minutes of your life. “You want what?” “Get out!”
Now, if you happen to be worth $20 billion, or your name rhymes with Aga Khan, and there is the slightest possibility of some of your moolah falling off the top of your dresser into their bank … well, they would have already been calling you, wouldn’t they? And the idea of calling your bank is moot! Or, if you are someone with Klout – and by Klout, I mean the Sonia Bata* type Klout where she could pick up the phone, call Prince Charles and demand he does something immediately … Klout – then they are in a constant state of salivating waiting for your call. Or they have set up a banking office at your place of business. I call that “acolyte banking.” (When I was running BBDO we set up an office at Chrysler in Windsor. “Acolyte Advertising” at its best!)
*Yep, she could! I worked with her. God, I loved that woman!
For this young girl to accomplish anything on her own involving more than doing a shitty, badly spelled, bristol-board-poster for show and tell day – especially of this magnitude – is impossible – folks it involves Klout of immense proportion.
Who’s? I don’t know, I don’t care and I care not to guess but I will bet dollars to dog biscuits that there were some pretty powerful phone calls made. And not by Little-Old Greta.
Here is another example to demonstrate where I am coming from. When I was in the business – a Creative guy who could sell – I had two tricks.
1 – Golf. 4 hours of undivided attention with your best client. (Always let him/her win.) If they golf they will always say yes to a lovely round at your private club avec service and primping and a fine meal. Trying to remember a golf date that did not end up in more business? No, it never did!
2 – If I was wooing a client I would always try and arrange a dinner with him and make sure I invited his best customer along and let them know who would be there. Funny how the potential client always showed up! And trying to remember if that ever failed? No, it did not!
One thing I do have an abundance of is common sense and for all my life “If something seems too good to be true it probably is.” Or, “if something just seems weird … it is.”
Truth is something I have valued all my life and anytime I have been a party to “truth: or heard the absolute “truth” it has been not only enlightening but life-changing.
That is how fucking rare the truth is! And in the Greta story, I think the truth is not in plain sight!
I have been noticing a bit of a trend.
Now, full disclosure, this is anecdotal and I have no data or statistical proof … but it is a feeling. A pretty strong feeling!
I see some fairly large and revered brands on Social Media (Pretty much everyone is on now!) and it looks like a lot have hired the same bright-eyed-bushy-tailed-youngsters to run their accounts.
Why do I say that?
Well, the abundance of cat and puppy posts emanating from some serious companies. The senseless rhetorical question and the stuff that is simply neither aligned with the particular brand nor their industry – it makes ya wonder?
Yes, the old guys and gals (Jesus, are there any left?) in management probably wouldn’t know a Tweet from a CPC, from a Pin, to a “Like!” And that is understandable. BUT – you’d think the marketing-types or the agency folks might notice?
Hiring some bright-as-a-button-Young’un to post your Tweets and run your SM that doesn’t know what your brand represents nor your industry is a waste of time and money. And for the kids doing this – save all that fluff for your personal accounts.
I am still scratching my head at the latest Funeral Home Contest …
I am off Facebook. But, I go on occasionally to work on three pages I manage. If they were mine I would delete them, but they are someone else’s and they pay me filthy lucre to manage them. So I do it. Yes, I am a whore.
And while I was just there I noticed reports of a disaster and 257 comments under the post. Yes, it was like holding out a spanking new pack of Camels to an ex-smoker. I peeked.
About comments. People know everything about everything. All the folks that comment are experts on all topics. Know-it-alls.
Why can’t I get a decent breakfast?
You know eggs the way I like em? The bacon is done right? Served hot? But probably Jimmy or Molly who trips over themselves and is my “bubbly” servers are experts in sabotage, espionage and RCMP searches. But they can’t take an order!
Why can’t I find a salesperson who isn’t a douche?
“Hi, any today Ma’am?” And then the non-stop list of features – not listening and hoping against all hopes I will say yes to a widget of some sort? But an expert in Euro-politics and bitcoin!
Why can’t I get a repairman who is worth his money?
But he comments under “Savoir Sam” the ins and outs of nuclear physics the arbitrage rates and what the Illuminati think?
Why do ads suck so much?
But lil Sally or Bobby ad-person can explain why the marketing of a multinational 400 billion dollar company sucks!
Why do my servers keep crashing?
But the fucking nerds who are supposed to keep the lights flashing are on Reddit castigating someone’s taste in backsplashes!
You see, we are sadly a people prone to failure. Screw “Zero Defect” and “TQM”. Most folks couldn’t find their arseholes in the dark with either thumb. And don’t!
That is sadly where the Cluetrain and the whole Social Media thing fell apart. Every-fucking-person is now Cliff Clavin.
I don’t know what my appeal is. I can see I’ve got blue eyes and don’t look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame but I can’t understand the fuss. Rutger Hauer
I loved all of his work.
A bunch of years ago a woman, an associate, I knew in and around the ad biz and who I did some work with was telling me of a commercial she was trying to cast. She was working on getting the fabulous villain actor from Die Hard – Alexander Godunov – but was having scheduling issues. I said, “Why don’t you get the original?”
You see, Godunov had replaced or mimicked Hauer in his Guinness commercials in Europe and although I thought Mr. Godunov was wonderful … there was no replacing Mr. Hauer in my books.
She called me a few days later and said she was successful in getting Rutger and he was very grateful that I had thought of him and recommended him to her and asked if I would like to come to the set during production?
I said I was more than flattered. But, I hate production sets. I, however, imagine he has to eat while he is here so could I treat you and Mr. Hauer to dinner and perhaps cocktails after?
My associate called me back right away and we scheduled the night a week out.
Well, sadly as in all things in the ad or movie biz everything got canceled. No shoot. No Rutger.
Well, at least the term is dead as used in today’s parlance.
Deader than a doornail. Kaput. It has passed on! Marketing is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s expired and gone to meet its maker! It’s a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! It’s kicked the bucket, It’s shuffled off this mortal coil,
Pardon for the traipse along Monty Python memory lane!
I saw an ad for a MANAGER, MARKETING AND COMMUNICATIONS job recently. (For the life of me, I have no idea how to stop some of the emails I get – you unsubscribe … but well, you know?) Anyway, this one went on and on about the communications requirements and proficiency in Adobe Suite and – get this – “Drives the development of annual marketing plans …”
And ends up needing membership in the Canadian Public Relations Society
No, it isn’t a marketing-communication manager job. It is a PR gig.
Going back … the first corruption for Marketing was where folks thought Marketing was mere “advertising” then mostly in B2B companies who thought Marketing was Sales. Side note: I worked with a partner company once that hired a very, very, serious strategic marketing professional and the Boss (I use that term loosely! And that guy couldn’t sell eternal life to dead people!) told her her job was “cold calling!” Yeah, she lasted a long time at that joint! Marketing is and always was a science. It is not solely about communications. It is about building and maintaining a business through sound strategic planning,
At the top of the food chain is Marketing as seen holistically. It drives the business. The 4 Ps if you will.
Under marketing, you have subsets ideally staffed and managed by specialists in these areas to name a few: Product, Advertising, PR, Brand, DM, Online, Sales, CRM, Channel, Partner, VAR and on and on and so on and so forth.
So I think we either need to whack all the Lil Ones on the side of the head who continue to confuse the term Marketing with some tactic or subset or … yep, kill the term.
I constantly muse what should be used for these practitioners?
Chief of Flackster Avenue
Or simply Sales Weasel
But don’t use the term Marketing!
In many keynotes and lectures, I relayed this story on how to understand Canadians.
A friend of mine won the Lottery! He now had $24 million to play with. And play he did! He traveled for a couple of years, played a lot of golf, drank a lot of great wine and generally enjoyed the jet-set life of a Playboy. But it wasn’t enough?
My friend was outgoing and a real “people person!”
So he got an idea. He found a wonderful little beach bar on St Maarten and made it his own. As he had no need for income he put up a big sign …
“DRINKS 10¢ “
He just wanted the company and to spend his days chatting with folks and having the time of his life. And he did.
One day a couple of gentlemen from Ohio entered the bar. They were a tad confused and when my friend greeted them they asked. “So all drinks 10¢?”
“Yep!” he answered.
The guys ordered two Tanqueray 10 Martinis… make em “doubles!”
My friend whipped up a couple of perfect drinks and set them on the bar. The guys were absolutely stunned … “This is great!”
My friend announced the tab would be 40¢. And the afternoon took off just like that. Another round was ordered and my friend’s mission was accomplished. Great laughs and stories!
A while later one of the guys noticed two older gentlemen sitting down the end of the bar – not drinking.
He asked my friend, “What’s with those two?”
“Oh, them? They’re from Canada. They’re waiting for Happy Hour.”
You know when you have a hunch, right? It’s like you get an itch that you just have to scratch!
A few years ago prodded on by memories of tidbits I had read – especially from Og Mandino’s The Greatest Salesman, as well as, Gladwell’s the 10,000-Hour Rule in which he considers the key to success in any field is simply a matter of practicing a specific task that can be accomplished with 20 hours of work a week for 10 years equal mastery … I set out to do some research.
Like all good intentions … the road to hell is paved with them. An alternative form of that old chestnut is “Hell is full of good meanings, but heaven is full of good works”. This brings up “Slacktivism” more on that later!
My hunch a few years ago was that we were entering the “Era of the Amateur.”
What started my search was the overwhelming proliferation of amateurs in all sorts of important endeavours – musicians, writers, designers, advertising people and so on and so forth – they seemed to be everywhere!
In the last three years, I have put together an impressive list of the absolute dregs! It is disheartening to say the least. And sadly with no light at the end of the tunnel I threw in the towel. Writing this book with examples of crap was not what I wanted to do. I wanted a point! I wanted to suggest a cure! Hell, anything but laying out the mere proof of my theory.
I remember talking to someone in the typography industry and we were discussing the proliferation of horrible use of type and design as a result of desktop publishing. He said, “Yes there is a lot of horrible examples but all this has done is raise the bar for great typography.”
It was utter bullshit!
I remember being puzzled about that statement when he said it. I now know why. It was utter bullshit! He was in the typography industry and I guess this was a way of self-aggrandizing or simply denying that the end was nye! Typography has not gotten better and the sheer amount of amateur design whether it be online, in books, in packaging or advertising, on signs or wherever … that bar has not only dropped – there is no bar anymore. Design is dead. Full stop.
Music was something that was dear to my heart. I sat and watched as anyone and anybody with little or more often no talent got up on stages all over the country and basically ruined the live music business. These amateurs played for free – for exposure! (People die from exposure. The music biz sure did!) They did open mic’s upon non-stop open mic’s – and clubs loved these because there was no entertainment cost – some of these amateurs even paid some of the clubs to perform (For use of the club’s PA!) and took away a viable income and revenue stream from pro musicians. Ruined an industry. The result is that it is extremely rare to see a competent – and by competent I mean professional – live band perform anywhere. Yep, there are still wonderful musicians and groups. I saw that Herbie Hancock would be playing near me … I checked for tickets … $450 and up.
“We don’t have to be good at anything to succeed!” Means all you have to do is be persistent and keep at it and everyone else will go awayOG MANDINO
A fallout of Og Mandino’s thinking (The Greatest Salesman and the Ten Scrolls “We don’t have to be good at anything to succeed!” Means all you have to do is be persistent and keep at it and everyone else will go away “… (I am paraphrasing Mr. Mandino who I heard say something like this at a talk) This is why we now have a whack of very persistent folks who simply are not that good. I am a fan of Og’s. However, when it comes to art and beauty and creativity and design and brilliance this advice doesn’t work! On the other hand, this advice is really good if you are a salesperson or someone who is stuck in a rut in life or in a career but is definitely not great when it comes to being exceptional You can be proficient at anything if you do it for 10,000 hours. Like the old joke about the dogs riding bicycles at the circus. “How do they do that?” The questions is not “HOW” but “WHY?” Proficiency will make you a fine technician but not everyone is an artist.
I looked at all sorts of fields of endeavour and we are deep, deep, deep in the middle of this Era. It is not pretty. The democratization of things (Music, live or recording, art, design and any and all things Social Web-based) makes them so unimportant. So mediocre. So unnecessary.
Mediocre is NOT what we need.
If you really want to see the mediocrity we are in look at any Social Media channel. Look at the comments. Recently there was an opportunity to maybe pull together a few folks and see if we can put a dent in the rampant bicycle thefts in Victoria. Boy lots of comments and “likes” on the Stolen Bike group on FAcebook. Did anyone actually come forward? Did anyone even so much as go to a Forum I built to collect ideas? No.
It used to be far far better when folks did not put their hands up and shout “Hey, look at me! I am stupid!”
Ignorance was bliss.