Showing posts with label Social Insight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Social Insight. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Bro on Bro Crime
A trend has arisen lately that I've been divided on until now. Most of you have already heard of or experienced "Icing" but I will briefly explain it for the culturally numb. Icing refers to a new drinking game that has taken the country by storm where one player "ices" another by surprising him or her (by which I mean him but lets keep it PC) with a Smirnoff Ice. The player presented with the Smirnoff Ice must then get down on one knee and chug it regardless of setting. The only way to avoid being iced is to carry a Smirnoff Ice on you at all times so that upon being iced you can reverse it back onto the other player, forcing them to immediately chug both. Whats new or interesting about a game that involves chugging alcohol? Well we are talking about Smirnoff Ice here, the most universally frowned upon beverage in existence. Originally tagged as a "girly drink", Smirnoff Ice quickly developed into a full blown serving of shame in every bottle. Too girly even for most girls, Smirnoff Ice makes Miller Chill and Mike's Hard Lemonade look like diesel fuel and motor oil. The fun of the game is humiliating whoever the Ice is presented to. I for one would hate having to consume such a drink in public (or private for self esteem reasons).
As much as I enjoy public humiliation. I also love telling myself that I am individual who does not blindly follow trends. After giving this some relatively objective thought I've come out still loving icing. The tipping point for me was a friends facebook status saying "Just saw some kid get iced in penn station..what's better is that he then got id'ed by a cop and got a citation for being under age..I love this game". I can't help but admire the tenacity with which this game is played. Here's an unsuspecting bro being iced in a Las Vegas airport.
The real question is what do the people at Smirnoff think of this? The company denies any involvement in the spreading of the game and I for one believe them. Although they must be excited that the drink is being consumed by somebody, it can't be a great feeling knowing it was your inability to make it cool that lead to its success. Maybe other companies could achieve such success with their own inside out marketing tactics. Perhaps if Buick made even lamer cars hipsters would start buying them and spark a revolution. Maybe fast food thats even worse for you? Oh wait, KFC nailed it
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Price Gouging!
I realize I've been pretty lame as far as posting original content goes lately. Once midterms are over I can hopefully have thoughts of my own.
This is one of my favorite political cartoons ever. I saw it in a New Yorker in a waiting a few years ago and it never really left me. The fact that I found it in under 15 seconds on Google is one of those staggering things I know my damn future kids won't appreciate.
The reason I like this so much is because it points out the moral double standard we have for businesses. Everything people do (with maybe a few exceptions) throughout their day is done to maximize their personal benefit. If you are one of the people I know who love to rant about "evil price gouging companies" then take an extra few dollars out of your pay check for no reason.
This is one of my favorite political cartoons ever. I saw it in a New Yorker in a waiting a few years ago and it never really left me. The fact that I found it in under 15 seconds on Google is one of those staggering things I know my damn future kids won't appreciate.
The reason I like this so much is because it points out the moral double standard we have for businesses. Everything people do (with maybe a few exceptions) throughout their day is done to maximize their personal benefit. If you are one of the people I know who love to rant about "evil price gouging companies" then take an extra few dollars out of your pay check for no reason.
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Socialism!
I'm not sure who wrote this but I stole it off Jake's Facebook feed, interesting point.
This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US department of energy. I took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the national oceanographic and atmospheric administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the national aeronautics and space administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US department of agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the food and drug administration.
At the appropriate time as regulated by the US congress and kept accurate by the national institute of standards and technology and the US naval observatory, I get into my national highway traffic safety administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads built by local, state, and federal departments of transportation., possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the environmental protection agency, using legal tender issued by the federal reserve bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sound out via the US postal service and drop the kids off at the public school.
After work, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to a house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal’s inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it’s valuables thanks to the local police department.
I then log onto the internet which was developed by the defense advanced research projects administration and post on freepublic.com and fox news forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can’t do anything right.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Affirmative Action
"I don't think I should get a job I don't deserve over a white man, but if its tie...fuck em." Chris Rock
First I'd like to thank all you high school and college students for breaking the mold. The link I posted on Facebook with the caption "post about marijuana" led to The Business Behind Getting High being the most popular post yet.
This pretty much says it all
Right now I'm writing a paper for my business ethics class on affirmative action. I'm supposed to determine whether it is morally right in certain situations for a company to set a quota for how many minorities they hire. At first glance this sounds outrageously immoral but upon logically analyzing the situation it seems to make perfect sense in some cases, specifically in those pertaining to larger societal discriminations that limit the opportunity for minorities to educate themselves to the point where they can join the skilled labor force. I've always believed in reparations but writing a check to the disadvantaged doesn't do anything to correct the broken system in place. Instead I think reparations should be provided through educational opportunities where people have an actual chance to better themselves. At this point I am putting off this paper so fervently that I've resorted to still writing about affirmative action but in a different medium.
I realize people hate engaging in almost any internet activity that doesn't increase their immediate social capital but I'd love to hear people's opinions on this. If you don't know what I mean by social capital read my post The Whopper Sacrifice
First I'd like to thank all you high school and college students for breaking the mold. The link I posted on Facebook with the caption "post about marijuana" led to The Business Behind Getting High being the most popular post yet.
This pretty much says it all
Right now I'm writing a paper for my business ethics class on affirmative action. I'm supposed to determine whether it is morally right in certain situations for a company to set a quota for how many minorities they hire. At first glance this sounds outrageously immoral but upon logically analyzing the situation it seems to make perfect sense in some cases, specifically in those pertaining to larger societal discriminations that limit the opportunity for minorities to educate themselves to the point where they can join the skilled labor force. I've always believed in reparations but writing a check to the disadvantaged doesn't do anything to correct the broken system in place. Instead I think reparations should be provided through educational opportunities where people have an actual chance to better themselves. At this point I am putting off this paper so fervently that I've resorted to still writing about affirmative action but in a different medium.
I realize people hate engaging in almost any internet activity that doesn't increase their immediate social capital but I'd love to hear people's opinions on this. If you don't know what I mean by social capital read my post The Whopper Sacrifice
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Business Behind Getting High
I just finished watching a documentary about marijuana called "The Union: The Business Behind Getting High" and I thought it was excellent. It raised too many interesting points for me to cover in one blog post so I figured I would just put up the video itself. Let's be honest, you aren't doing anything important right now anyway.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
"Friends Don't Let Friends Plead Guilty"
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Support YOUR Shirtless Dancing Guy
Here's a hilarious and surprisingly insightful video about leadership.
Monday, March 1, 2010
The Golden Corral
It was six o'clock on a Sunday evening, three hours down and four remaining in our long drive home from the Mardi Gras Parade in Burlington, VT to Geneseo, NY. Broke, tired and hungry, we were not quite ready to succumb to the dismal quality of Mickey D's and pressed onward by mandate of a higher calling. Applebee's, TGI Friday's, Friendly's, all reasonably priced establishments of respectably higher quality. In the midst of discussing which one we should stop at we came across a Golden Corral. While The Golden Corral may sound like somewhere Abraham might have sacrificed his best ram in the Old Testament, it is actually an all you can eat BBQ and grill franchise. We had never seen one before but I personally had always found their commercials to be generic, failed imitations of the adds of their competitors. However, they must have done something right because the second we stumbled across it excitement washed over us like a Mardi Gras crowd catching a glimpse of the first float. We knew where we were eating that evening.
Hastily parking the car, we shuffled in amongst the flood of anxious Sunday night diners. We stood at the end of a long line leading up to the cash register where you were granted entry to the buffet. We'd never seen anything like this. The electricity in the air spoke more of a highly anticipated playoff game than the waiting lounge of a T.G.I. Friday's. Shocked by the droves of outwardly excited dinners, we chatted apprehensively about what it must be like inside. A rather corpulent woman behind Harrison, Gavin and I overheard that it was our fist time and chimed in about how excited she was for us as if we were children experiencing our first Christmas. During the wait we got in our fair share of people watching and quickly realized the extent to which we stood out, what with our lack of obesity and tattoos. After much anticipation we finally made it to the front of the line. Cost of admission is ten dollars, the exact amount of cash I had left, this place is a godsend. All rung up and ready for the dinning experience of a lifetime, we were handed our trays and unleashed upon the Golden Corral.
We were met by a spread of steak cooked any way you could want it and chicken prepared in every manner imaginable, not to mention a myriad of fish and shrimp. Plates heaving, we settled into our designated table and got down to business. The steak was a little tough, thats alright there's still chicken. Eh, the chicken's greasier than expected. How many years has this seafood been frozen and where does the breading end and fish begin? Well it is all you can eat for ten dollars and thats still a great deal, we settled, and continued plowing through the spread. We made numerous rounds to and from the buffet acquiring an army of plates yielding dishes with only one or two bites taken out of each. After what only felt like five or ten minutes we began to slow down, and I don't just mean rate of consumption. A grogginess we had never experienced before was suddenly cast upon us. Feeling more under the influence of cough syrup than tryptophan, our conversations began to space out more and more with each bite. We sat there surveying our surroundings in silence. Our once delectable, yet frugal oasis was quickly fading into a temple of gluttony before our eyes. "Where the hell are we?" I asked. After a few moments of numb silence my friend Harrison simply replied "We're in a college dinning hall." Looking around us we all burst out in uncontrollable fits of laughter realizing we had just paid ten dollars for five dollar meals in order to subsidize the 25 dollar meal of the 300 lb. woman behind us in line. Woozy and downtrodden, we returned to the car to spend the next four hours thinking about how many years of our lives we had just taken off. As we got settled and buckled our seat belts we looked at the clock. We had just lost a full hour in the wormhole of American gluttony that is The Golden Corral.
Hastily parking the car, we shuffled in amongst the flood of anxious Sunday night diners. We stood at the end of a long line leading up to the cash register where you were granted entry to the buffet. We'd never seen anything like this. The electricity in the air spoke more of a highly anticipated playoff game than the waiting lounge of a T.G.I. Friday's. Shocked by the droves of outwardly excited dinners, we chatted apprehensively about what it must be like inside. A rather corpulent woman behind Harrison, Gavin and I overheard that it was our fist time and chimed in about how excited she was for us as if we were children experiencing our first Christmas. During the wait we got in our fair share of people watching and quickly realized the extent to which we stood out, what with our lack of obesity and tattoos. After much anticipation we finally made it to the front of the line. Cost of admission is ten dollars, the exact amount of cash I had left, this place is a godsend. All rung up and ready for the dinning experience of a lifetime, we were handed our trays and unleashed upon the Golden Corral.
We were met by a spread of steak cooked any way you could want it and chicken prepared in every manner imaginable, not to mention a myriad of fish and shrimp. Plates heaving, we settled into our designated table and got down to business. The steak was a little tough, thats alright there's still chicken. Eh, the chicken's greasier than expected. How many years has this seafood been frozen and where does the breading end and fish begin? Well it is all you can eat for ten dollars and thats still a great deal, we settled, and continued plowing through the spread. We made numerous rounds to and from the buffet acquiring an army of plates yielding dishes with only one or two bites taken out of each. After what only felt like five or ten minutes we began to slow down, and I don't just mean rate of consumption. A grogginess we had never experienced before was suddenly cast upon us. Feeling more under the influence of cough syrup than tryptophan, our conversations began to space out more and more with each bite. We sat there surveying our surroundings in silence. Our once delectable, yet frugal oasis was quickly fading into a temple of gluttony before our eyes. "Where the hell are we?" I asked. After a few moments of numb silence my friend Harrison simply replied "We're in a college dinning hall." Looking around us we all burst out in uncontrollable fits of laughter realizing we had just paid ten dollars for five dollar meals in order to subsidize the 25 dollar meal of the 300 lb. woman behind us in line. Woozy and downtrodden, we returned to the car to spend the next four hours thinking about how many years of our lives we had just taken off. As we got settled and buckled our seat belts we looked at the clock. We had just lost a full hour in the wormhole of American gluttony that is The Golden Corral.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Hi, I'm G00475836, pleasure to meet you.
A huge selling point in education these days is class size. You've all heard the rhetoric. Smaller classes let students build relationships with their professors. Everyone gets more individual attention and stimulation. How can we ever expect our kids to learn biology if their professor doesn't know their middle name and favorite Brittney song?(like anyone could chose just one) Truth be told, I love stepping into a big lecture hall and melting into a sea of nameless faces. It's not that I don't want someone hand sowing seeds of inspiration and wonder in my intellectual garden so much as I enjoy the one way discrimination barrier lecture halls put between me and my professors. A close relationship with a professor can be great thing, but depending on the nature of the relationship it can also be equally destructive. As a student with ADHD I have experienced first hand the negative effects it can have on the relationship between student and professor. In the educational community there are certain standards for how "good" students behave. "Good" students sit up straight, look nice, pay attention, and ask lots of questions. Anyone who fails to follow this protocol couldn't possibly have a genuine interest in learning, right? From years of teaching sailing I know how personally insulting it can feel to be teaching an important lesson only to look up to see a kid not paying attention in class. "Doesn't he or she know I'm trying to help them?" "Do they not care how much work I put into this lesson?"
When I talk about discrimination I am not only referring to students with ADHD and other disabilities but any well intentioned student who doesn't look like the kid in a cereal commercial who just ate full and balanced breakfast. Lecture halls allow the incurable late comer to just grab a seat in the back, the hopelessly unorganized to fumble through backpacks un-frowned upon, and the perpetually unprepared to borrow a pen without the assumption that what they write with it will be of lesser quality.I have developed good relationships with professors in both large and small class sizes. Nobody stops you from sitting in the front of a lecture hall and asking lots of questions. It's not hard to stand out and foster a beneficial relationship with a professor if you are in the ten out of two hundred with a genuine interest in the subject matter. Lecture halls still allow for the sowing of those inspiration seeds college pamphlets try to portray, but more importantly they create a safe haven from the discriminating gardener.
When I talk about discrimination I am not only referring to students with ADHD and other disabilities but any well intentioned student who doesn't look like the kid in a cereal commercial who just ate full and balanced breakfast. Lecture halls allow the incurable late comer to just grab a seat in the back, the hopelessly unorganized to fumble through backpacks un-frowned upon, and the perpetually unprepared to borrow a pen without the assumption that what they write with it will be of lesser quality.I have developed good relationships with professors in both large and small class sizes. Nobody stops you from sitting in the front of a lecture hall and asking lots of questions. It's not hard to stand out and foster a beneficial relationship with a professor if you are in the ten out of two hundred with a genuine interest in the subject matter. Lecture halls still allow for the sowing of those inspiration seeds college pamphlets try to portray, but more importantly they create a safe haven from the discriminating gardener.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Get Out and Vote! (with your money)
During the 2008 election I took an economics course offered every four years called Economics and the Election. Throughout the semester we badgered the professor to tell us who he was voting for and finally on the last day, after much anticipation he told us. He tallied up all the issues and where the candidates stood as well as his thoughts on them. The resulting score favored John McCain by about 16 to 4. Then he finally announced that he had not voted for John McCain, or Barrack Obama but in fact had voted for a third party candidate none of us had ever heard of. Shocked and disappointed, our class begged the obvious question, What the hell?
Our professor, the former state economist of Vermont, simply laughed saying, and I quote "Who cares? My vote doesn't matter!"
As surprising (and ironic) as this may be, we actually learned on the first day of class that economically speaking, voting isn't worth the time and effort. When you put everything in perspective, the marginal cost of voting outweighs the marginal benefit. The marginal cost is the extensive time spent researching issues, listening to debates, following current events and stories, in addition to the inconvenience of voting itself. The marginal benefit is the hopelessly minimal effect that your vote has on society and your life.
As pessimistic as that may sound you still posses a ballot of extreme significance, your wallet. We live in a capitalist society with a relatively free market. This means that that market is a reflection of who it serves, aka us. My favorite example of this is Walmart. Most people claim to dislike Walmart and use it as an example of an evil corporation that runs local shops out of business and exploits its employees. The large scale public opinion of Walmart is that it is "bad" and the people who run it are also "bad". If we live in a capitalist society where supply (businesses) reflects demand (the people) then how is it possible that Walmart exists if everyone claims to hate it? The government certainly doesn't subsidize it. You didn't vote for one to be put in your town, yet there it is. The truth is that every dollar spent at Walmart is a vote against your local shop. Every DVD purchased is vote for the employees they exploit. None of this is news but it is something to think about. Every dollar you spend is a vote for or against something that affects your life.I personally am not avidly for or against Walmart although I do try to support local businesses. I don't do it out of some moral crusade against big business, thats simply what I prefer and therefore what I "vote" for.
The types of stores that surround us aren't the only thing our monetary ballots count for. Instead of casting an insignificant vote for a politician who might follow up his promise to improve the environment, you can buy green products. Not only does using such products have a lower impact on the environment but it also encourages businesses big and small to be more green if they perceive that is what the people want. My sociology professor said it best "If people stopped buying candescent light bulbs today the factories would close tomorrow"
Over the course of the next couple days think about what you are buying and what it is that you are really voting on. My grandmother was actually sued by Walmart for trying to fight one being put up behind her house. However, she still purchased her dog food there because it was the cheapest in town.
Also, here's a hilarious South Park Episode about Walmart that is also very insightful if you can read between the lines.
http://www.southparkstudios.com/episodes/103890
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Monday, January 11, 2010
Spittin Game at UVM
I just came across this English essay I wrote freshmen year about hitting on girls at UVM that was published in "The Water Tower" at UVM. I admit it has no relevance but I can't rob you guys of this one. It's a great read if you have a second to kill (I know you do, its winter break)
Sup Girl?
Sketchy, Funny and Douchey may sound like the long lost three of the Seven Dwarves, but in reality make up the three schools of what the average UVM male likes to call “game”. Every year, Mid-April rolls around, and with it, comes beautiful weather. The sun is shining, flowers are blooming, and the elements of attraction are in motion. Female students sunbathe innocently on the campus greens as young men half-heartedly take part in games of ultimate frisby and football catches. The campus erupts with such palpable energy that even the most asexual beings cannot help but stir. At night, girls get “dolled up” in their best makeup and spring outfits before subjecting themselves to the calculated motives of their male counterparts. Men iron out their favorite old collared shirt and clean off their favorite pair of Nikes, or Birkenstocks if a resident of U-Heights South. From walking to classes, to partying downtown, the exuberant sexual tension is undeniable. When holding a door or filling a cup, every eye contact trances on for an extra instance. All the players are on the field, equipment in hand (not literally), but the real matter remains how to play. Like dogs finally catching up to that neighborhood car, the young men just aren’t sure what to do with it. Someone should say something, but what?
Unable to bridge the gap of conversation and social fluidity with their own sparkling personas, the young men of UVM retreat to the lowest form of human relation know as “game”. “Game” is the process by which a young male projects an artificial personality that is seen as being universally relatable onto the opposite sex with the intention of attraction. Although the intentions of both parties are clear, a medium is required through which the interaction can take place without making either uncomfortable. Not many guys want to immediately sit somewhere quiet and have an intimate conversation, nor would most girls respond positively to an introduction such as “Sup girl, wanna bang?” “Game” allows for each to become slowly more comfortable with the other. Suddenly, where you live on campus becomes overwhelming interesting, along with other golden nuggets of conversation such as “I see you are drinking this, I am drinking that” and “Wow, you are undecided in the School of Arts and Sciences too?, what a coincidence!” Luckily, there are personalities students can don to rescue them from having to bare their true selves to a stranger and they come in three flavors; Sketchy, Funny and Douchey. These three types of game stimulate some of the most basic aspects of human nature to achieve the common male’s goal of “slaying mad biddies”.
Sketchy, one of the more challenging and risqué of the games, relies on the neglect of social norms, especially those pertaining to character and moral quality, for the satisfaction of more basic human desires and curiosities. The sketchy gamer doesn’t know you or your friends, but sees no reason for that to obstruct the flow of good times to be had. It was the sketchy gamer who coined such cliché phrases as “So, do you come here often?” or “So are you two sisters?” The implementation of the word “so” seems to define this gamer’s persona. Its use can almost be interpreted as saying “So what if we don’t know each other, want to talk to a stranger?” The sketchy gamer is more than willing to cut through social “red tape” and head straight for the finish. He can be found in the hallways of residence halls intercepting girls on their way to the bathroom or back to their own dorms. Casual unthreatening conversation leads to questions like “So do you guys want to come “chill” at room 265?” The very essence of the word sketchy embodies him completely. For anything to be sketchy it must be out of the realm of what is considered regular or standard. Sketchiness provides no sure thing and makes no promises. The possibilities of what could go wrong are quite apparent and other dangers may still lurk in the shadows. Shrouded in mystery, the sketchy gamer is at the same time intriguing. While people tend to fear what they don’t know, they can also be drawn to it. It is here where the sketchy gamer distinguishes himself from his failure of a counterpart, the creep. The successful sketchy gamer knows exactly how to tug on the strings of curiosity in their targets and draw them in. The creep simply asserts his socially unacceptable intentions without managing to draw any intrigue. To call a true sketchy gamer a creep would be on par with calling a professional poker player lucky. He doesn’t just throw his chips out and hope for the best, so much as he reads people, calculates odds, and moves purposefully with specific intent. What type of “prey” might find themselves entranced by a sketchy gamer? The answer is, of course, sketchy girls. Sketchy girls can be found anywhere from dorm hallways, to wandering the streets of downtown Burlington looking for a place to “rage”. They are notorious for their skimpy dress and inside jokes that suggest other sketchy activities such as doing hard drugs or having other sketchy encounters with other sketchy guys. Sketchy girls feel comfortable with their sketchy actions primarily because they tend to surround themselves with other sketchy friends. Next to their sketchy friends, their actions seem far more socially acceptable and eventually, by comparison, become the norm.
As a school, funny is the most “innocent” and straight-forward of the three. The funny gamer is goofy, loveable and endearingly self defeating. He doesn’t come right out and toot his own horn, but breaks the ice with an unconvincing joke at his own expense. He doesn’t approach those he has no business talking to, but instead seeks the friends of his female acquaintances. The funny gamer targets the corner of human nature seeking emotional fulfillment. His loveable, unselfish appeal allows his potential “hook ups” to feel as if they have truly met someone they can appreciate as a person. The funny gamer makes his “in” by sharing a joke or teaching a menial party secret. A friendly joke puts out the vibe that everyone is just there to have fun. Teaching a trivial secret creates a mini bond with their target and allows them something to have in common. These “secrets” are easy to point out because they all begin with “You see the secret is when you…” After this phrase any party game or skill can be inserted such flip cup, Beirut, keg stands, etc. Not to mention that a skill shared about a certain drinking activity leads to repeatedly consuming more alcohol, mans most efficient social lubricant. With his lovable jest, the funny gamer creates a seemingly safe environment where girls can let their guards down. Once the girls have comfortably left themselves open and vulnerable, the funny gamer begins to plant inside jokes and hypothetical commitments like “Hey we should all go rip bowls later” or “What do you mean you’ve never had a Rise and Shiner from KKD’s?, we’ll have to go.” His most common inside jokes will often mock sketchy guys and girls, putting both himself and his target on a higher social plateau, together, giving them another reason for to feel like they’ve met “someone”. The type of girl drawn to the funny gamer is typically more “wholesome”, or at least that is how they would like to be perceived by both themselves and others. The “wholesome” girl’s infatuation with funny, “lovable” guys is oftentimes used to solidify their moral superiority over the “sketchy” girls. It is this sense of condescending insecurity that makes them so susceptible to the funny gamer.
The third, and most arrogant, school of game is douchey. The douchey gamer, known plainly as “The Douche”, can be seen at parties hanging around female friends of his friends. Overwhelmingly self confident, The Douche sees no reason for any lady in the room not to be flustered by his splendor. Unlike sketchy and funny gamers, The Douche has no elaborate game plan or strategy. His game can be seen both at parties and on the Discovery Channel. The Douche can best be understood by the mating approach of a male peacock, stomping amongst the females, displaying his elaborate, colorful feathers. Spewing facts, stereotypes and numbers at his prey, The Douche lets young women know what exactly it is that makes him so awesome. Maybe it’s the horsepower of his car, or wattage of his “system”, but the unsuspecting Douchet cannot help but be enthralled with what kind of car he drives and why. Naturally, The Douche targets more materialistic female students who are relived to be able to stick a price tag on their own lives according to their material possessions, a far easier task than spawning personalities or original thoughts of their own
Although the vast majority of male students at the University of Vermont fit in to one of these three categories, we can’t forget the poor souls tethered to the benches by the weakest game of all, no game. The non-gamer can be seen at parties hanging out with his friends. He sees the females guests but just can’t conjure a way to bridge the gap. He instead immerses himself in a world of disillusionment and excuses such as, “Hey, man I just have high standards.” Or “Hey man, I just want to get really fucked up.” Any owner of a disillusionment thesaurus can easily translate this into “Hey man, I just can’t do it.” Just because these three, or possibly four, types of game are utilized on a weekly basis, however, does not mean the good students of UVM are doomed to an artificial existence of unsatisfying relationships. The very existence of “Game” simply serves the purpose of providing a social platform by which people can break the uncomfortable restraints of their unfamiliarity with those around them.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Mind On My Money and My Money On My Mind
Climate change has been a hot topic of debate for some time now. Considering few people like to wade through the boring scientific evidence of it all, most turn to media sources to formulate their opinions. The chart above shows an interesting trend regarding how people feel about the media's representation of climate change. While public opinion about the over-exaggeration of climate change tends to fluctuate, the actual reporting does not.
Due to the fact that political coverage drives media ratings significantly more than scientific coverage, reporting on climate change has always been extremely limited in proportion to its potential impact on society (and all of civilization for that matter). Another contributor to the consistency with which climate change has been reported on is the media's own bias added by their attempt to appear unbiased. In the day to day coverage of political news stories it is important for media channel members to represent each side of an opinion. However, when reporting on concrete scientific evidence, giving each side equal claim while evidence on one side is more substantial distorts viewer's perceptions of the situation being reported on. For instance, you don't see an equal amount of stories about the harmful and beneficial effects of tobacco products because the majority of scientific research indicates that tobacco use is harmful. Due to the fact that climate change has begun to be perceived as more of a political debate than a scientific one, reporting has remained consistent while scientific evidence favoring the existence of climate change has gotten much stronger.
If reporting on climate change has remained so consistent then why has public opinion fluctuated? In my opinion the seriousness with which people approach climate change is dependent on the level of priority they assign to it. One pattern that has a direct correlation with the perceived accuracy reporting on climate change is GDP growth. Notice that the two major spikes in skepticism of reporting occurred during the last two major US recessions (04, 08/09).If people are more concerned about something else, say the monetary stability of themselves and their families, climate change then becomes comparatively less of a threat.
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Whopper Sacrifice
Earlier this year Burger King launched a marketing campaign that I absolutely loved called the "Whopper Sacrifice". The idea behind it was that for every ten Facebook friends a person deleted they would get a free Whopper. This campaign brings up an interesting point. How much are your Facebook friends worth to you? Everyone loves to pretend they don't care about how many "virtual" friends they have but if this were true we would all have cashed in our friends for a delicious heap of flame broiled (and then briefly microwaved) Whoppers. Facebook friends are a valued currency but the question is what kind?
The more Facebook friends a person has, the more influence they posses over the Faecbook world. For instance, since I usually post links to new blog entries on Facebook, the amount of traffic this blog receives is directly influenced by my number of Facebook friends. This currency is less monetary as it is reputational. An increase in friends equates to an increase in overall social capital. This is why Chris Anderson describes Facebook as the world's largest closed market of reputational currency. A blogger named Jason Kottke used the Whopper Sacrifice to estimate Facebook's overall value.
"Facebook has 150 million users and the average user has 100 friends. Each friendship requires the assent of both friends so really each user can, on average only get credit for ending half of their friendships. The price of a Whopper is approximately $2.40. That means that each user's friendship is worth around 5 Whoppers, or $12. Do the math and:
$12/user x 150M users= $1.8 billion valuation for Facebook."
I ask anyone who reads this to leave a monetary value for what it would be worth for them to not lose 100 Facebook friends. For me personally I would say it is around $15-$20.
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Advertising,
Facebook,
Marketing,
Social Insight,
Social Media
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