I could say something.
I want to say something.
But apart from the fact that nothing – and I mean nothing – could capture the level of distain I have for this sort of marketing terminology bullshit, it does a much better job than I ever could hope to achieve in highlighting how disconnected we can be with real people’s, real lives.
What’s worse is I’m sure it will be popular, so because I have a death-wish [or because – as some would say – I am only happy when I’m angry] I’ve signed up to endure every painful, empty buzzword minute of the whole thing … though if I manage to sit through the whole thing without being arrested, I’ll regard it as both an achievement and an embarassment.
My attitude has always been that if you can’t talk about people without relying on the use of meaningless industry buzzwords … then I question how much you actually know about people.
And that’s before I laugh at your fucking pyramid. Inverted or otherwise.