Amanda Beard is a United States Olympic swimmer. She’s good in the water, but in print, she’s barely tolerable as a sexual siren wannabee. There’s nothing harder to witness than an unsuccessful seller of sexuality failing at her primary directive: Love me, Daddy, because I’m overly airbrushed and sensual.
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“The Dark Knight” — the new Batman movie — make $155 million over the weekend. One cannot help wondering what sort of message the movie reflects in us considering its vast amounts of spilled guts, buckets of blood and unmitigated gore. How do we contend with the strange, inhuman, joy found in the shared popularity of public killings?
Pepsi will air a "Deaf" television commercial during the pre-game show for the Super Bowl.
I have watched the advertisement and — as a Hearing Man married to a Deaf Woman for many years, as well as being the author of two books on American Sign Language — I cringe at the silliness and the ineptitude of the commercial.
The entire idea is so precious one can’t stand its lightness pretending to be importance.
I understand why many in the Deaf Community are celebrating the ad — they are so marginalized and ignored by mainstream society that any little bit of looking toward them — any little bone of attention — is gratefully ingested as a confirmation of life and as a recognition of being.
However, that doesn’t mean what Pepsi has done is admirable or groundbreaking. The ad is, sadly, neither.
The Deaf Pepsi ad merely confirms old stereotypes and banishes the Deaf into their current perceived ghetto of selfishness and entitlements.
The ad is based on an old Deaf Joke. Two Deaf friends are looking for another Deaf friend and they can’t find him. So, in the middle of the night, the two friends honk their car horn and the one house that doesn’t "wake up" and turn on their lights is the home of their unable-to-hear-the-car-horn Deaf friend.
So. Not. Funny.
The commercial is also filmed in the dead of night so we can’t see the sign language very well and the actors are using PSE (Pidgin Signed English) and not pure, hardcore, ASL.
We who know better are left to wonder and yearn for what could have been. Pepsi had the money, access, and power to take us directly into the Deaf experience: How the Deaf watch and enjoy a Super Bowl from within the sight of their eyes and minds.
Pepsi could have created a beautiful and ethereal moment for the Deaf that shined light on the joy of their culture instead of mocking it with a tired and old joke that was never really funny.
Even though Pepsi failed with their Deaf Pepsi advertisement, that doesn’t mean they aren’t hawking their work as a sublime and innovative honor for the Deaf Community. Pepsi even created a two minute promo telling us how special they are for creating the advertisement. You can view it on YouTube.
Telling someone how great you are does not create greatness.
Greatness is found in the subtle transmission of hope and yearning that is successfully connected to clear achievement of the spirit — and Pepsi failed the Deaf, and their own company, in missing the greatness mark.
Unfortunately, it is the Deaf Community who are now left to suffer alone in the aftermath of a subtle public mocking that was intended to be a cultural homily by those who never earned the greatness to know any better.
We all know Google knows everything about us.
How do you feel about that fact?
If you are logged into your Google account, do you know you can have Google show you a Web History of all your Google searches?
It’s a little creepy. It tells you a lot. Google Web History is a newish feature that isn’t getting a lot of play yet.
Google can remember all your web searches and provide context and analysis of who you are and what you needed. Google Web History can provide a scary look back in time over the course of who you are and what your searches want. You need to be logged into your Google account in order for your Web History to be recorded.
I just realized I am Advertising/Spamming my own blog and other blogs on which I have commented in the past because I just changed my Avatar from this:
This post was originally titled, The Why I Do Not Comment On Other Blogs Manifesto, but it seemed a little precious and pretentious — and I try to save all my pretension and preciousness for the content of my posts and not waste them on the title — so I chose to call this post I am My Own Whore because it has a puckish ring of the ugly truth.
In my post Please Adjust your RSS Feeds, my fellow bloggers and I discussed a discussion that I have had at least 10 times here in the last month and in email and on other blogs when I am asked, sometimes in a roundabout way, but usually in a direct manner: Why don’t you post comments on my blog?
Have you seen the NoAttacks.org television Public Service Announcement (PSA) with a gasping fish in a rapidly diminishing water bowl to promote “asthma awareness?”