Defying Expectations

Fun fact: Apparently if you google "necrophiliac rash" it leads you to my blog. Winning!

With that being said, I'm about to say arguably the most controversial thing I've ever said on this blog:

I remember sitting in a first-year journalism class and having an instructor lecture us on the moral danger of having a Shopper's Optimum card versus an Airmiles card. "Airmiles sells your information to other companies," she told us, outraged.

Uh, so what? Why should I care if my information is being sold? If it results in me getting free stuff, sell away!

Same goes for Facebook. You're tracking my demographic's preferences and trying to figure out how to best market products to us? I'm all for it! Sounds crazy, maybe, but at the same time, I'd rather have targeted marketing directed at me, instead of companies trying to sell me useless shit.

Seriously, what ever happened to being an informed consumer? Are we really that complacent? (Then again, maybe there's something telling in the fact that over 4 millions snuggies have been sold since September.)

Anyway, I was sent another swag package this week, this time by L'Oreal for Double Extension Beauty Tubes. Free makeup? Yes, please! The fact that the product actually works is only icing on the cake. (Seriously--I thought the line about creating "tubes" around your eyelashes was ridiculous, and a little redundant, because isn't that what all mascara does, technically? Turns out I was wrong. This stuff actually does create tubes around your eyelashes. It was pleasantly weird to have my skepticism proven wrong for once.)

Thanks L'Oreal! My only complaint? I got mascara all over my glasses before I went to work this morning. Effective, but not condusive to working at a not-for-profit desk job, where I already wear more makeup than anyone else in the office. I felt a little bit like a drag queen going in to work with insanely long eyelashes.

In closing, I love Lil Bow Wow. Even if he's not so little anymore.

(Also, if anyone can find me a vinyl copy of "Fela-Ransom Kuti and the Africa '70 with Ginger Baker: Live!" I will be forever indebted. It's strange how obsessive I've become about finding an album that only has five songs on it.)