Monday, February 18, 2013

Pistorius' sweatshirt...

Even if you only vaguely remembered Oscar Pistorius--the double amputee that the media declared an inspirational hero when he ran for the South African track team at the 2012 London Olympics--it's a pretty good bet you're aware of him now after the same media breathlessly reported the details of his arrest for the murder of his girlfriend.  It's a stunning story that will probably follow the usual contours of public debate.  I doubt it will go full-on OJ--if only because there's little doubt of his guilt and he's not an American--but I'm sure will hear plenty of shopworn accusations about the media "exploiting a tragedy for ratings" or a public thats too interested in "tabloid trash" for its own good.

But none of that seems to explain the tweet from Darren Rovell, the former "Sports Business Reporter" for CNBC and, since June, an on-air correspondent for ESPN.  A frequent target of the frat-boy pile-on that is the sports blog-o-sphere, the majority of his Twitter feed seems to be shilling for on-line sports books or some overpriced collectible a retailer probably comped him (today, in honor of the upcoming NBA All-Star game, he's featuring baskeball socks).  So he's well aware of his role as a well-oiled cog in the consumer-marketing machine of professional sports.

But that alone doesn't explain this tweet.  If you look at the picture he links to, the Oakley symbol is fairly discrete--I personally would never have noticed it if Rovell hadn't pointed it out.  That makes it seem like he's trying to supply useful information, like a color commentator who takes notice of a small but key play detail the viewer might have otherwise missed.  Now, granted, Rovell doesn't look like the brightest bulb in the SportsCenter marquee.  So surely even he realizes that Oakley cant be too thrilled with their sposorship deal right now--or that they wouldn't forget a media flunky who went out of their way to remind consumers that Oakley is the brand preferred by a guy who shot his Valentine thru a locked bathroom door.

Another theory could be that after being a "Sports-Business Commentator" for so long--a sui generis profession if ever there was--Rovell has started to confuse the two.  Perhaps the various brand logos which most sports fans consider annoying but necessary eye-pollution have, for him, switched places with the real action the rest of us pay to see.  Maybe he goes to hockey games just to see how the ads have changed on the sideboards.  Maybe that big Duke/North Carolina basketball game is only interesting if he knows which shoe brands the rich coaches are forcing their unpaid kids to wear this year.  If so, it's only natural that the one-square-inch off-grey logo on the sweatshirt captured his attention far more than the dark emotion apparent to most normal human beings.

Or maybe this is Rovell's awkward attempt to comment on business etiquette.  As a consumer culture we've become pretty savvy after some 60-odd years of mass media, so no one expects an athlete to actually like the product their endorsing--much less use it exclusively.  But the business side does expect you to always--always--treat them with respect, regardless of how shitty or murdery your day is.  So, is Rovell tut-tutting Pistorius here for not changing his shirt before the cops showed up? Is this a capitalist faux pas equivalent of not wearing the right color jacket to the snobbish country club?  How gauche!

So really, Darren, we all need to know:  Why the fuck did you say that?

(Guest post by Christopher Jones)

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Sarah Silverman Buys Toilet Paper

My first question is, did the cashier really ask Sarah who she was buying the toilet paper for?  Because I don't know what kind of place this Gelson's is or where it is, but I was a cashier at a grocery store in Ohio from 1995 to 1998 and it never would've occurred to me to ask anyone "Who's that toilet paper for?"  I believe if I had asked such a question at some point, the customer would've stared at me for maybe ten seconds before blowing a rape whistle or punching me in the face.  And I would've deserved both.

Under what circumstances would an ordinary cashier feel compelled to ask such a question?  You would only ask if, for example, Sarah frequented your store regularly and usually bought everything but toilet paper.  Maybe because she never shits -- or she's so environmentally conscious that she usually wipes with leaves or napkins swiped from a comedy club, or she has actually figured out the 3-shell system from Demolition Man.  So when she came through with some two-ply, ultra-soft you might be so surprised that you'd ask about it.  And Sarah, unlike anyone else on this planet who wipes regularly, would be so nonplussed by the sheer absurdity of the question that she'd just answer, without so much as batting either of the orbs barely visible beneath those wooly worms she calls eyebrows.

Like Sarah Silverman's status as a legitimate comedian in the eye of all hipsters, that scenario is just too ridiculous to believe.  So I can only conclude that she was never asked the question at all -- but instead felt compelled to volunteer this information to the cashier.  And that brings us to the question that calls this very blog into existence: why would you say that?  Why, Sarah?  Why... the fuck... would you say that?

I admit I feel the need to volunteer an explanation to the cashier when I buy certain things: sanitary napkins ("for the girlfriend"), large amounts of alcohol ("we're having a party"), ink pens ("for the girlfriend").  But toilet paper?  Why would anyone need to explain that to a stranger?  Why would anyone need to explain that to anyone?  It makes no earthly sense.

Sarah Silverman is a comedian, so I'm assuming that this was supposed to be a joke of some kind.  So at this point, I'm wondering why it was supposed to be funny.  Aristotle tells us that comedy works because it depicts people as worse than they really are.  But that doesn't seem to apply here.  The only people in Sarah Silverman's scenario are herself and the cashier.  The cashier doesn't really come off too bad.  He or she either asked about the toilet paper or not.  Sarah conveyed information about toilet paper.  That information doesn't make her appear worse than she actually is.  It makes her appear only as lame as she actually is: a weak comedian who made up a scenario so that she could report that she was buying toilet paper that would be rubbing up against the ass of someone besides herself, for some enigmatic reason.  Why the fuck would she say that?

---Jones()