Showing posts with label cry like a little girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cry like a little girl. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

And now for something completely different...

When I hear a guy refer to a woman in the context of a 10 point scale, I find it crude and appalling. It's wrong in the obvious objectifying ways, but also the scale is wrong. Most guys, especially those that would rate woman in such a way, don't understand that Beauty is Boolean.

What does that mean? Beauty is either there, or it isn't. It is true or it is false. It is a 1 or a 0!

Don't get me wrong, "beauty is still in the eye of the beholder." We're not here to test that axiom. Just the one that put's one beauty over another. Beauty is not something to be put in order. Perhaps it could be put into a category, but not in an order. A beautiful car is rather different than a beautiful flower. I might appreciate or even prefer one car or flower over another, but is one less beautiful? To be more specific, if I can appreciate the beauty of one... should I not appreciate the beauty of all.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Just saw Google's touching Dear Sophie commercial

Dude,

I just saw Google's "Dear Sophie" commercial and maybe there was some kind of emotion evoked deep inside. Judging by the Youtube comments, the emotion evoked in me was very different from other viewers.

Everyone else apparently cried, but I couldn't help but be appalled at the blatant violation of the Gmail terms of service.

It's not really that the TOS was violated. Clearly this happens every day, but I am disappointed that the "do no evil" company would use a TOS violation as an add campaign. I honestly don't even know how to interpret it. It brings up the deeply philosophical question, "does a company that vows to do no evil, commit evil if it is against themselves?" I don't know the answer. All I do know is I can't look at that toothless grin without stirring some latent childhood nostalgia.

Maybe it has nothing to do with TOS. Maybe the anger stems from some jealousy that I'll never be able to relive my child hood memories simply by logging on to my Gmail account. All I do know, is it upsets me when a television commercial makes me cry my eyes out like a little girl.

Thanks,
Other Dude