I deal with a lot of marketing people, sometimes as many as 3 in a single day, and the conclusion I have drawn about this kooky bunch is that they are (with one or two exceptions) from another fucking planet.
What do they do to these poor people that makes them think that whatever it is they are marketing is basically more important than life itself?
In my mind I see horrible torture chambers filled with marketers-to-be all chained up and getting stretched on racks and shit while their directors whip them and pour boiling oil over anyone who thinks the product or service they’re trying to market isn’t the single most amazing thing the world has or will ever see.
I mean christ, I’ll be honest here and straight up say that these people fucking scare me.
They march into meetings armed with an entire arsenal of information about their target audience and are generally flush with all kinds of demographic information, statistics about what people supposedly like and don’t like and all kinds of other stuff I don’t even begin to understand.
And that right there is the beauty of what they do. No one understands it. And the reason no one understands it is that they invent their own fucking language to explain it. Here are the only examples I remember right now, but I swear there are at least 10 000 000 000 more I’ve heard and instantly blanked from my mind.
- “Ideation†– to what? Create ideas? Isn’t that called “thinking�
- â€Release†– specifically used to describe the way consumers conduct themselves in social situations, ie. “we need to be careful we don’t end up marketing our product to an audience seeking releaseâ€. In plain English this sentence reads: “don’t target people who like getting fucking wasted. If we do that it’s back to the torture pitsâ€
- “Push back†– as in, “you need to manage your pushback†which is a nice way of saying “stop being so fucking lazy and do some work. I was up until 3am working. What were you doing at 3am huh? HUH?!?â€
- And so on and so on…
Funniest thing is that marketing people have this innate ability to make other people buy into their bullshit even though those other people have no idea what any of it means!
Case in point. I recently sat in on an eyeball-gougingly productive meeting where someone from another agency was describing this new target audience that the bad, bad people from marketing had invented and given a snazzy name.
In an effort to figure out what this invented target audience is into, I fired off a whole bunch of questions about them which yielded the following answers:
- They get bored quickly
- They all want to be celebrities
- If given an option for a prize, they would choose cash over anything else
- They won’t engage with anything unless some kind of reward is guaranteed
- They aren’t on Twitter
- They aren’t on Facebook
- They don’t read blogs
- They only ever consume mainstream media and nothing else
- They don’t understand what Tetris is (long story)
- They wouldn’t know what Mayans are (also long story)
So what we’re basically describing here is a bunch of really, really stupid and lazy people who are self-obsessed and disinterested in anything that doesn’t immediately benefit them in a tangible way.
And all the while, I’m sitting there thinking, If these people actually do exist, I really don’t like them and the LAST thing we should be doing as human beings possessing any kind of moral conscience is trying to sell them alcohol!
It’s a crazy world we live in folks and thanks to people like marketers, advertisers and me, it’s only getting crazier.
Ain’t that wonder 😉
-ST
Bwahahahaha nice one Tony…a laugh I really needed today….
Frase!
Thanks man, glad you enjoyed it 🙂 Giving people a good laugh is what the Tiger’s all about.
-ST
The people in the marketing department are pure evil and I constantly restrain myself from spitting in their mouths whilst they speak. My fake, tepid smiles respond to their ideas, which, I guarantee are from a book called, ‘Marketeers handbook: The Book of shit ideas’. I haven’t seen the book yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s under everyone of their pillows as they sleep at night.
Although, if they happen to be insanely hot knockouts, all is then forgiven and I’ll do whatever they ask of me. I’m looking at one right now.