Why I love Facebook
Posted: April 9, 2016 | Author: loupollard | Filed under: Self improvement | Tags: business deals in parking lots, endless marketing, Facebook bots are watching me, Facebook posts, marketing, single mother get rich quick schemes, single mother opportunities, social media addiction, social media nightmares, Tin Legs and Tin Mines (Album Version) with Lyrics - Midnight Oil | Leave a commentI recently read this ad on Farcebook:
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Bec Davy
Having faith in God and hope through his strength and grace and awesomeness allows u to achieve all your goals and live a life of abundance…. Service and happiness and peace
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The email plague is spreading
Posted: March 12, 2014 | Author: loupollard | Filed under: Self improvement | Tags: beware the online plague, bombarded with emails, business jargon, endless marketing, marketing speak, Marketinguese, online shopping, plain English please, product placement, profiled segmentation, save me from the modern world, single mother bargains, single mother sanity savers, special offer, targeted communications, The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket official video, tiresome jargon | Leave a commentBuying presents online makes me happy. I type in my order and the parcels get delivered to my house. Single mothers crave simplicity and we are happy when life is made easier. I would say we are a growing demographic but that piece of marketing speak makes me throw up in my mouth a little. What doesn’t make me happy is the growing demand for reviews from said companies. Click the link and tell us how we went, your feedback is important. No, it’s not. My daughter telling me she is pregnant or my best friend telling me she has cancer is important, filling out your online survey is not. Your product will not change my life, unless it can give me back the arse I had when I was 16 or the complexion I had on my 20th birthday.
Run away from me if you have the word ‘marketing’ in your job description, or you use the words social and innovation, or on-trend together, or you regularly describe food as ‘textural’. Marketing speak makes me retch. I don’t care about your jargon or your plans for your product. Like many modern working parents, I am overwhelmed, over worked and pressed for time, emails about how a product can enhance my life or make me happy don’t help, they clog up my inbox. I don’t want to hear from your company unless you are telling me about your discounts. Shazam-Wow marketing people can voice their opinion on stuff they have no knowledge of that doesn’t matter to anyone and I’m not going to read the emails. Newsletters are an increasing plague that cause despair. In 2014 I am deleting emails before I read them so I have time for far more important things like helping my children with their homework or looking at hot celebrity photos online.