“THIS is CNN,” booms the rich, familiar voice on the TV.
“LUKE! I am your faaaatha,” Janice replies, a mockingjay from the other room.
I must admit that since I began watching CNN with my morning coffee, there’s one trend that I find disturbing and uncomfortable.
No, it’s not journalists being called “enemies of the people”, it’s not “grab’em by the you-know-what,” and it’s not the protection of the environment being pulled away like Lucy does with Charlie Brown’s football. To be sure, those things and many more, with their inexorable spill into the Canadian lives of my kids and grandkids, bug me plenty.
But what makes me feel small and alone and a little bit vulnerable out here in the rock and lakes and boreal bush is the advertising on CNN.
“Huh?” you say.
It’s this way: as a former long-time advertiser, I can’t help but observe the demographic targeting on CNN.
And there’s the rub. I now find myself listening (covertly) to all the ads for pills and treatments, hair-teeth-heart-cancer, all the stuff from stair-climbers to (ahem) blue pills.
And by blue pills, I of course mean daily low-dose aspirin, in case there’s any confusion.
The darn thing is, I am now apparently the target market for this senior basket of goods. My turn to say, “Huh?” How-the-Metamucil did THAT happen?
Oh, well. As one of my favourite characters in my upcoming WIP novel would say, “It ain’t what it ain’t…”
So, next time you hear those dulcet James Earl Jones tones, think of me sprinkling Plavix on top of my tumeric flavoured Boost.
P.S. – if you have any design ideas for securing my walker on a windsurf board, send me a shop-drawing!