A couple thoughts that have been kicking around in my head, in no particular oder, on the media today.
Online: One of my guilty online pleasures is Texts from Last Night. Reading them always has me entertained, and often has me disgusted, disappointed (that I didn’t think of doing that sooner), fearing for the future of our country, or laughing out loud. Naturally, I check it at least once or twice a day. That’s not the medium I want to talk about, however. On the site, American Apparel, which I must confess to have never heard about before, is running ads. It’s an interesting ad campaign.
The first ad I remember seeing from them was a blond wearing a little black dress in a rather awkward pose. She was positioned such that you could see that she had a pair of matching black panties on. Someone is going to get fired, I thought to myself, for letting that one slip by. Not so. It was my mistake, not their’s.
The following weeks brought more scantily clad models, so it was clear the woman was deliberately photographed such that we could see up her dress. I’m still confused by the ad campaign though. Their models are as unattractive as their clothes. It’s as if the theme is ugly people wearing ugly clothes.
Books: I really enjoy the writing of Andrew Ross Sorkin most of the time. I often read his work in the New York Times, and if he didn’t write 100 posts a week I would read his blog, too. I can’t keep up with him, so I’ve given up trying.
Being a fan of his work I thought I would check out his book on the near collapse of our financial system and the actual collapse of our economy, Too Big to Fail. I got about a third of the way through it but eventually gave up, something I rarely and don’t like to do.
It was focused too much on the personalities involved, and almost seemed like a way for Sorkin to advertise how good his sources are. What the chairman of Goldman Sachs had for breakfast as he talked to the president of the New York Fed isn’t of any interest to me, but much ink was spilled telling us.
I’m much more interested in knowing about the economics behind the collapse. I don’t know any of the people he is writing about, so reading about their interpersonal relationships and the internal politics that allowed to to rise to their current positions holds no appeal for me.
I’m instead now reading Quantum: Einstein, Bohr, and the Great Debate about the Nature of Reality. Early on author Manjit Kumar has given some biographical details about the principal players, but its just enough to set the scene. He certainly is not dedicating whole chapters to their upbringing and career paths as Sorkin did. It’s still early going, but I like it so far.
Television: I’m not a big TV fan, but every now and then I’ll turn it on if something reaches such huge level of discussion in popular culture that I feel I should at least see what everyone is talking about. Truth be told that’s how I became a fan of The Office, the only program on television I think is worth recording.
Glee has now reached such a level of pop culture prominence that I thought I should check it out. My expectations were pretty low going in, but I have to admit on some levels I did enjoy it. The song selections were excellent, and the actors (or their voiceovers) could sing. I wasn’t expecting to hear Aerosmith or Journey, but I did and they actually did a great job covering them.
On the other hand, the shows were over the top. I haven’t been to Mass on a regular basis in a while, but after watching a couple episodes I feel like I’m good until at least Christmas. The shows were much preachier than anything I’ve ever heard escape a priest’s lips.
I don’t necessarily object to the messages they are promoting, but I don’t want to be hit over the head with it either. What ever happened to those “very special” episodes of Saved by the Bell where Jessie has a problem with caffeine pills? Get the message across in 22 minutes, and by tomorrow we are all worrying again about whether Mr. Belding will catch Zack in whatever his latest scheme is. It might not be true to life, but there’s a reason sitting in front of the tube (or the flat screen, as the case may be) is called vegging out. People use it to escape reality, not focus on it.