My dirty little secret
O.K. I confess. I developed this weird fascination with Vince the Sham-WOW guy. You know, the tall skinny dude who sells the seemingly miraculous cleaning cloths on television late at night ("made in Germany - you know the Germans make good stuff!!!!!") Finally admitted to the family that I had ordered some Sham-WOW. Clearly, I'm not the only one who had fallen under Vince's spell, because my son started jumping up and down, shouting "we're getting a Sham-WOW, we're getting a Sham-WOW!" the way a rich kid might squeal "we're going skiing at Gstaad, we're going skiing at Gstaad!" Which makes me ask - is there some kind of subliminal message being flashed across Vince's forehead at high-speed? Why are we all so quick to believe him? Turned out my son just wanted to replicate Vince's claim that the Sham-WOW will mop up twenty times its weight in liquid, using an entire can of cola - ON THE BEDROOM CARPET! Sham-WOW! I stopped him just in time! Hhhhmm, thanks, Vince. Will let you know when I decide if the Sham-WOW is a life-changing thing...
The power of infomercials amazes me. I'm ashamed to admit I 'made' (read: strongly hinted with lots of enthusiasm so he thinks it was his idea) my fiancé get me a pancake puff pan for a housewarming present.
It would be great if they could play some sort of infomercial for 'Waking Up in the Morning!!!!' or 'Organizing the Basement!!!' - using the same sort of motivational mind tricks. I'm sure they could harvest this power for good, some how.
Posted by: Gen | February 26, 2009 at 10:15 AM