There are times when I come walking through a room and notice a new plastic figurine (mainly because I step on it or kick it), and I know instantly that it is the toy from a McDonald’s Happy Meal. Like a lot of other people I know, I probably eat less McDonald’s now than ever before, but I can still spot a Happy Meal toy, and the most recent one has me puzzled.
Here’s Panicky Smurf…
No, I’m not making that up. It’s written on his foot, in a rather elegant (for a Smurf) script.
Panicky is one of 105 known Smurfs. It is rumored that there are others, but they are no longer in SAG and have been excised from both Wikipedia and IMDB. In other words, there are only 105 Smurfs.
The thing that has me so puzzled is this: how did Panicky Smurf land a role as one of the 16 Collectible Smurfs from McDonalds, a plastic ambassador for the new Smurf movie?
Let’s just start with the foundation of this situation – the Happy Meal – that evergreen promotional tool that always needs a new gimmick, a new way to charge a toll on those who would ride the pop culture super-highway. The Smurf movie is a big hit; kids love it. They beg mom and dad to take them for a Happy Meal so they can get their own Smurf. And whamo, the Happy Meal delivers again.
(Let me just step aside here for a moment and throw out a disclaimer – Don’t take this as a criticism of McDonalds and their ilk. If anyone deserves blame, it is we parents who foolishly accept the illogical premise that the only way to get Junior to shut up about the Smurfs is to buy him a Happy Meal. I bet I could order one from Zappos, and it’d be here before I finish this sentence, and it would come with a Starbucks Gift Card that would exceed the cost of the Smurf itself, and I could have chosen from all 105 Smurfs, customized my Smurf’s get up, and posted it all to Facebook in less than two minutes. We live in the future, yet we accept a stupid economic premise without question. Anyway, we also deserve blame for not standing up to kids who use pestering as means of acquiring what they want. We’re all guilty at times, but I believe a default position of NO for acquiring new toys is good for a person’s character. It’s also the only way to have any sort of feng shui in your joint.)
Back to the curiosity du jour – evil or not, the Happy Meal has to operate within an ever more strict set of guidelines. Most of them flow from fear of litigation. The legal teams for big companies have a lot to say about what gets printed on boxes, published online and in literature, and made out of plastic and painted blue. Don’t break a law, overstate a point, or offend anyone. I’m guessing they have a checklist they use to review new stuff – it has to be organic, cage-free, free range, and without lead, nitrites, and BPA at the very least. And then you’d assume that the political correctness whiners would weigh in. So, for the life of me, how did PANICKY SMURF make it through?
I mean, it’s a Happy Meal! With all of their environmentally-conscious and health conscious PR, how could this slip through? What’s happy about a Smurf who would normally be whiling away the years in bliss but for his panicky disposition? Not that Panicky doesn’t deserve our sympathy and encouragement…he does. But are there really not 16 other Smurfs who would perhaps more appropriately reflect the values and feelings normally associated with the Happy Meal?
If you’ve got a few minutes to kill, go read all of the Smurfs and their descriptions off Wikipedia. It’s awesome.
You’ll immediately notice famous and beloved Smurfs such as (descriptions directly from Wikipedia):
- Vanity Smurf – Vanity Smurf is the epitome of a Narcissist. He has a flower in his hat, and he often holds a hand mirror, staring into his own reflection, which he kisses often. In the Hanna Barbera cartoon series, Vanity speaks in an effeminate voice.
- Natural Smurf – Originally a full grown Smurf known as Natural Smurf, he had his age reversed, becoming a Smurfling, and then went by “Nat”. He wears light brown overalls, a straw hat, and goes barefoot. Nat can talk to animals and loves all things related to nature and the environment.
- Alchemist Smurf – A Smurf with an unusual interest in doing his own chemical and magical experiments.
- Finance Smurf – Finance Smurf is notable in Smurf comics for introducing the currency to his peers, after being fascinated by its use in the human world. It was abandoned after a while since using currency created poverty and corruption among them.
Now these are some upbeat Smurfs. How could Panicky – bless his little blue heart – get picked over these standouts? The media would eat each of these up in turn. Can’t you just see Natural Smurf in a Levis ad? And Vanity Smurf hanging with Paris Hilton on TMZ. And Finance Smurf carousing with the Donald. This all makes sense. This all fits with how shit works these days. And there are plenty of other Smurfs who are ready to go. Blue bloods, one after the other, literally. But Panicky? It doesn’t add up…unless…
McDonalds is having an attack of conscience.
Maybe it’s just a sign of the times that even the Happy Meal needs to take it down a notch from time to time. Maybe it’s time to put crassness aside and look around. Take a good hard look and recognize that there are Panicky Smurfs everywhere, and they deserve to be in a Happy Meal just as much as Pretentious Smurf (who lives on the Upper East Side) and King Smurf (who lives on an island in the Bahamas). Not everyone can have the carefree life of Lazy Smurf (He spends almost all his time sleeping, either in his bed, a hammock, on the grass, or anywhere, anytime, day or night.)
I guess that’s it. This is just a subtle way for McDonalds to let us know they care about all of us. Well, I for one would just like to stand up and say “Bravo! McD…”
But wait…if this is for real, seems like they’d have chosen Dabbler Smurf:
- Dabbler is the most introverted and sentimental Smurf. He is constantly tormented by an inherent sadness, which stems from the inability of his friends and family to understand him. Dabbler’s life is a never-ending quest for love and to be understood. In what appears to be a positive turn, Dabbler eventually becomes Doctor Smurf when Papa Smurf leaves the village to visit Homnibus. Sadly, it comes to light that Dabbler has started dabbling in heroin, which he obtains as Doctor Smurf. He finally dies of an overdose, with a painting of his redemption only half-finished by his side.
I guess I’m still confused.
Filed under: Hijinks
If you want to be a really good communicator, you have to be good at engineering the sequence of the content you’re delivering. This is also true in charades – since acting something out and trying to get someone else to guess it is a very raw form of communication – a caveman-esque form, if you will. In any case, I got roped into playing Cranium recently, which has a charades aspect to it. If you (or anyone else) ask me to play a board game, I will say no. If you ask me again, I will probably say no again. If you keep pestering me, I will either spit my drink on you or say yes. You never know. This past weekend, I said yes because it was obvious that my board game-loving wife had her heart set on playing. So we cozied up with two other couples and started drawing, acting, humming, deliberating, and rolling.
One question in our game was an “all-play” charades kind of question. The clue was person. So an actor from each team had to get his/her partner to guess the name of this person – Jackie Chan. I was the actor on our team. Someone yelled GO! and we started. The first thing I did was pull my eyes into a squint to resemble the eyes of an Asian person. Then, I started doing a bunch of awesome karate moves. Bam! In about 5 seconds, my wife guessed correctly and we were victorious. Then, the inevitable post-question discussions ensued.
Amidst the laughter at how silly we looked – standard fare for games like this – there were accusations of racism, which made me lol. Since when does identifying something by one of its most recognizable qualities amount to racism? Since the word racism has completely lost its meaning, I guess. Aaaanyway….
Turns out, my friend Mike was doing almost exactly the same thing. However, he sequenced the information differently. He started with semi-awesome karate moves, and then moved on to indicate the Asian eyes thing. That’s what messed him up.
By starting with the eyes, I was using the biggest demographic that would lead to Jackie Chan – race. Then, once I had that established, I got more specific by indicating what the person of that race is most known for. It was either going to be Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan. (I don’t know that my wife could have gone much deeper on Asian martial arts guys.) The idea was to go from general to specific. The human brain works like that, so if you want to communicate successfully with one, it’s something to keep in mind.
The alternative – starting with what the person is known for – becomes a problem when you think that doing karate moves could indicate a lot of things – it could be Jackie Chan, Elvis, David Lee Roth, etc. Without a clear idea of what the initial part of the act was communicating, the Asian eyes bit just created confusion. And loss.
Perhaps one of the most common causes of miscommunication is a mismatch with respect to context – one person thinks you’re talking about one topic; the other thinks something else. Avoiding those types of issues is simply a matter of providing context first. In other words, what are we talking about? After that, we can move to what is it we’re saying about it.
Normally, successful communication moves people forward. It’s how business gets done and human connections get formed. When you’re playing Cranium, it just means you get to roll. Yawn.
This article about how rice cereal may lead to childhood obesity came across my radar today. Even though it’s a few months old, I couldn’t resist using it as an example of how we really have to maintain a skeptical point of view in our modern society. The experts really are so often full of shit, and the fear industry (aka, the media) is all too happy to peddle their inanity. Here’s a quote to get us warmed up…
Doctor Alan Greene says that because white rice cereal is the number one source of calories from solid foods in a baby’s first year he believes it conditions children to prefer sugary processed foods.
Makes sense, right? Or does it…
First of all, I think it’s safe to say that most babies do the rice cereal thing at some point. So, if rice cereal is the culprit, then why aren’t more kids obese? Sure, lots are, and the number is getting bigger every year, but we’re talking about causation here. If you have 100 babies who eat rice cereal and rice cereal leads to childhood obesity, then somewhere close to 100 should turn out to be obese. The reality today is that more like 20 would end up being obese. According to the CDC,
The prevalence of obesity among children aged 6 to 11 years increased from 6.5% in 1980 to 19.6% in 2008.
Beyond the logical disconnect between what they say may be happening and what actually is happening is the underlying premise that a kid’s preference for one thing or the other impacts whether he or she becomes obese. This is the part that steams me to no end. WHO’S IN CHARGE AROUND HERE???? I could give a shit what my kid prefers as far as food is concerned. I’m the boss. Or rather, my wife is the boss when it comes to nutrition. Kids are like dogs – they eat what you give them. If you see a fat dog, there is only one reason – his owner feeds him too much or he is fed crap. Same with kids. So whether the rice cereal causes babies to prefer sugary processed foods is completely irrelevant if you’re on your game as a parent. Feed them healthy food and obesity will never threaten.
Lastly, I’d just like to point out that Lewis and Clark bribed hostile indian tribes with sugar cubes as they traveled through dangerous territories in their search for the waterway to the west coast. I’m guessing the indians didn’t have rice cereal, but lo and behold, they developed a quick preference for sugary (er uh, sugar) foods. My point is that you can deprive a baby of sugary, processed foods as long as you want, but the moment that first hit of birthday cake crosses those lips, junior will be hooked. The question from there is what will you do about it?
Will you let junior decide what junior eats? Or will you tower over him as he cowers in your shadow and say, “I’m in charge. You eat what I give you or you starve.” From my perspective, the childhood obesity situation is simply due to the fact that most parents are more interested in being their kid’s best buddy than they are in raising healthy, well adjusted children.
(And lest I forget the standard counter-argument about food these days – that poor people can’t afford to eat healthy foods – let me just point out that they can definitely afford to eat less of unhealthy foods.)
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I had an absurd premonition earlier this evening. I sensed that my bitch was going to do something great with her life. Immediately, as this absurd thought brightened my big screen, I thought back to Owen Meany. Owen knew he was destined for something big. No one else did. But Daisy, our supremely gentle standard poodle, doesn’t know. In fact, she has no idea.
Daisy is a mid-pack kind of dog. She’s six. We got her from a shelter 18 months ago. She was second choice addition to our family, losing out to another child (high fives all around on that). It was clear from the start that she is a timid animal. We’ve wondered so many times whether this is her nature or whether someone mistreated her at some point. In any case, she’s not, shall we say, assertive. Not the kind of dog with a destiny.
But somehow she has one. I know it now. I don’t know why. I mean, it’s crazy, right? What could she possibly do that would distinguish her. The obvious Hollywood option would be that she is thrust into an unlikely situation where one of my children is in mortal danger (probably from a human predator of some sort). She’ll suddenly become this ferocious animal, saving my boy and striking down the evil assailant. But no. That just doesn’t seem right.
It’s unlikely on many levels, not the least of which is that Daisy’s current packmate and fellow poodle bestie is Kaya, our 20-month old uber-alpha puppy . A more apt name for Kaya (had we known she’d turn out like this) is Kato, after Inspector Clouseau’s sidekick in The Pink Panther series. She stalks Daisy and then pounces with stealth whenever the impulse hits her. It’s playful harassment – puppy stuff – and Daisy is like a mother with infinite patience. Kaya loves her and looks up to her, even as she dominates her at every turn.
No, Daisy isn’t destined for violent vindication. So what is it? I really have no fucking idea. I just think it’s cool that I have somehow viscerally concluded that she is meant for something big. Her stock is up in the household, even though it makes no sense. That happens a lot. Just not to me.
UPDATE: Jan 2013. In a crazy turn of events, we ended up having to separate Daisy and Kaya. They just couldn’t get along. The stress of the relationship had Daisy engaging in destructive and unhealthy behaviors that simply had to be addressed. After a lot of agony, we decided that we would find another home for Daisy. (Kaya was still a puppy, and we just couldn’t bear the thought of being only a few years away from losing another dog.) So I placed an ad on Craigslist offering a free standard poodle to a good home. I received lots of inquiries, but one jumped out as the obvious choice.
A family with a special needs daughter was looking for a dog to be her companion. They needed a gentle, well-trained, hypoallergenic dog that would be able to immediately adapt to their environment. Moreover, they lived on an acre of land and had a vet in the family. Even more, the mother had grown up with poodles, so she was dying to have one in their home. Long story short – I delivered Daisy to this family – with tears aplenty all around – and drove away wondering if I had done the right thing.
I checked in with the mother 2-3 times a week for about a month. She told me her daughter was completely in love with Daisy, and that it was clear that the feeling was mutual. Daisy had no behavior issues at all. She seemed completely at ease with the situation from the very beginning.
A few months have gone by now. Things have only gotten better. Daisy lays all day in the palette the little girl made for the two of them to sleep together, waiting for her to return from school. She then is glued to her side until bedtime. The little girl even sleeps with her arm on Daisy. The mother tells me the little girl has “come out of her shell” so much since Daisy joined their family. “Like a miracle.”
Though we miss her terribly, I have no doubt that we did the right thing in finding her another family. We rescued her, but turned out to be only a halfway house in her journey to a real and permanent home. And when I think back to when I wrote this, I had no idea that the halfway tongue-in-cheek post I wrote would turn out to be so true. Life is beautiful sometimes.
I just happened upon this great post over at Tim Ferriss’ blog. You know I’m all about looking inward and working with what we have. This is a guest article written by Ryan Holiday, someone heretofore new to me, and it drills directly into something that underlies everything in this blog – we really do need to take the time to understand who we are and what we want if we stand any chance at all of finding sustained peace and happiness.
Montaigne once used the analogy of a man with a bow and arrow to illustrate the importance of meditation and analysis. You have to know what you’re aiming for before it is even worth bothering with the process of preparing the bow, nocking the arrow and letting go. Our projects, he said, “go astray because they are not addressed to a target.” The idea is that an intimate knowledge of ourselves makes it possible (and easier!) to know what we need to do on a daily basis. He advised us to meditate on our lives in general, in order to properly arrange our day to day actions.
Good stuff. Helps to remind us to focus on what matters. Thanks to Ryan and Tim for that.
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He’s my alter ego. The guy I become if I’ve been drinking too much, have my filter switched to off, am in a friendly environment, and am bent on cracking myself up. Finally, he has a way to express himself to a larger audience. He’s right, ya know.
Filed under: Economics, Politics | Tags: bailouts, banking, bankrupt, banks, too big to fail
I try not to get too political these days, since I find that I usually end up in the middle of some holy war between ideologues. However, this financial reform thing is too big a deal to leave alone. As usual, the political class has misplaced blame – whether purposefully or not – for why we are where we are, which means the solutions they are advocating have exactly zero chance of helping. Allow me to offer an alternative.
First, a little backstory. Those who know me know that I am a libertarian-minded guy. So, back in 2008, when Bush was in bailout mode, many were shocked that I was in favor of what he was proposing. How could a free market proponent go along with massive Uncle Sam bailouts of financial institutions that had clearly been making foolish decisions for quite some time? Wouldn’t the libertarian position be to let them fail and let the market adjust? Yes, that’s what the free market position would be…in a vacuum. The reality, however, was that bailouts were the only option.
My reasoning was (and is) less about the reality of “too big to fail” than it is about perception . In 2008, had some major banks gone belly-up, we would have had a major crisis in consumer confidence, which could have pushed us right off an economic cliff. In those days, no one had ever considered the possibility that an organization as massive and influential as AIG might go bankrupt. So, we were faced with the possibility of runs on banks and all of the panic and chaos that would accompany them. But that was then, and what have we learned? Nada.
The notion of “too big to fail” is a financial “mulligan,” something you get maybe once in a generation, when you get caught with a general public that is too ignorant to ride out a blip in a financial cycle. The fact is that, on its face, there is no size institution that is too big to fail. The only question is what happens when they fail. But no one is talking about this at all. The default assumption is that “too big to fail” is a legitimate concept. Consider the following. Apparently, there are only three real options in the financial reform debate. As this article in the Washington Post explains it, they are:
- No bailouts. Easy. If a financial institution fails, it ends up in bankruptcy court, and the chips fall where they may. Aside from the fact that most companies will not believe that there really won’t be bailouts, the real concern is the panic that could come from massive failures – the “too big to fail” problem. This is the fallacy I’m addressing here, so I’ll come back to it.
- Limit the size of financial institutions. Don’t let them get big enough to be too big to fail. The problems with this are numerous, but the bottom line is that it’s hard to define size in a meaningful way, and sometimes size is critical to global competitiveness. So that one is off the table, too.
- Finally, we have the Chris Dodd solution – creating a new power base in the federal government that allows the executive branch to take corrective action with troubled financial institutions. In principal, this works as an alternative to bankruptcy, but in reality, this is yet another power grab by the politicians.
So there you have it. Our three options. I’m a little disturbed that our immensely innovative and creative policy-makers can’t come up with anything better than these three options, but it really doesn’t matter. Our solution is here. It’s number 1, despite the fact that it is rejected out of hand by most everyone these days.
But wait! Number 1? Aren’t we back to 2008, where we’re balancing libertarian principles against unacceptable realities? No, because we’re not IN THE CRISIS. We have the benefit of looking forward. We can examine what would happen if the top 10 financial institutions became insolvent, and we can educate the general public as to how things would play out. The free market really is capable of dealing with the failure of any size institution. People just need to understand what is happening under the hood. This, to me, is THE issue here.
The most important thing to know is that, even in 2008, in the midst of massive bank failures, there were banks that were doing fine. Wells Fargo just sat back and watched as the other big players imploded. And then they came along and picked up the pieces – getting massive assets for pennies on the dollar. That was a good thing, one that should have been shouted from the roof tops. It illuminated one of the most important aspects of the financial world – it really is a zero-sum game. When someone wins, someone else has to lose, and vice versa.
The point is that just because a big bank or two loses, there’s no need to run to the other banks to empty bank accounts and stuff everything in mattresses until the crisis passes (as if that’s even possible). Indeed, the ONLY real concern in 2008 was that the general public would freak out and come to eventually realize that the total amount of cash in our society is a small fraction of what is actually on the books. The whole bailout deal was really about maintaining the public’s ignorance about how the financial world really works. And back then, with all that was happening, it made sense. Now it doesn’t. Now we can pull back the veil and let people know a) how banks really do business and b) what happens when the big ones fail. Is that really so hard?
Evidently it is. The government is fired up to educate us about getting involved in the community, but it never crosses the bureaucratic mind that some PSAs about the ins and outs of the financial industry might be of value. Of course not. What we need is more government. Unfortunately, where government intervention always causes problems is in distorting the market signals that individuals use to make decisions. When management knows that the bank will be dissolved if it makes really bad decisions, they will err on the side of caution when it comes to creating investment instruments and/or loaning capital. Conversely, if a consumer knows that any bank will be bailed out, he or she has no incentive to bank with strong financial institutions with a reputation for stability.
Yet again, we see our politicians asking for the power to do the impossible. They want the power to make decisions for financial institutions, when they have neither the information nor the expertise to do this as well as the managers of those institutions. Oh, how the arrogance astounds. The solution, which has been validated time and time again throughout history, all over the world, is to let the markets adjudicate the winners and losers. And what is it that keeps a free market running smoothly? An educated and informed population. We just need to take on the problem of public ignorance. Ironically, it is that very same public ignorance that will ultimately pave the way for this massive expansion in government power, so I’m not holding my breath.