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JANUARY 29, 2002

As Seen On TV

You already know that all advertising on television is targeted towards a specific group of people who the advertisers assume will be watching when the ad in question is running. For example, during the afternoon soaps advertisers (perhaps archaically) assume that more women than men will be watching. Therefore the commercials you see will feature more items like pantyhose, cosmetics and the always popular feminine hygiene products. Sunday afternoon during the football games you're probably going to see commercials targeting men: trucks, junk food, and beer. And so on.

I give you this complimentary Advertising 101 refresher because lately I've become really curious about what sort of drooling, bottom-feeding. anti-social, out-of-shape freaks and mindless credit-card wielding morons that the advertisers assume are watching television at 4AM.

I ask, of course, because I watch a lot of television at 4 AM. And while it's true that I could be in better shape, I do have a credit card and I occasionally drool, I like to think that I fall somewhat short of being a freak or a moron. On most days, anyway.

If you've never felt like staying up until the middle of the night to see what your missing then good for you. You haven't missed much. Suffice it to say that the old medicine men who rolled into town with concoctions and gadgets to improve your life and fix what ails you have traded their horse-drawn carts for cheap network affiliate time and poorly-scripted infomercials.

After the late night shows talk shows run for the second time that evening - and long after more sensible folks have gone to bed - there begins a series of infomercials that, if you believe them, will make you wealthy, popular, 100 pounds lighter and with and with six-pack abs to boot. All for only seven easy payments of $99.95 which - to those of us with at least a junior high education - still sounds a lot like 35 cents short of $700.

Now far be it from me to criticize anyone's approach to marketing - I am after all a guy who has made a career out of being the Jagermeister guy. But I DO get to go to the Grammys AND drink free Jager while I'm there so hear me out:

First of all, why do they always get really in-shape famous people to advertise fitness gadgets. Really in-shape famous people don't NEED fitness gadgets. I know for a fact that Chuck Norris and Christy Brinkley were both in great shape long before whatever contraption they pitch was invented. They could be lying on an inclined pile of Big Macs sucking down a SuperSize Fry with each exercise and they would still be in great shape.

Instead, why don't they show some 300 pound middle-aged man with poor eating habits using that thing every day for a year. Let's get some time lapse of him using the gizmo and still scarfing down McDonalds. Show me that it really works - maybe then I'll fork over the cash.

Secondly: call me a cynic, but I really have trouble believing that if I strap some pulsating machine to my stomach, I'll lose weight and develop great abs. All of my experience with weight loss and gain comes down to the same basic formula: if you want to lose weight you have to increase your aerobic exercise while reducing your calories. Period.

Of course, as a friend recently quipped, when did we all start wanting BULGING abdominal muscles anyway? When did just flat abs start being bad? I'd be happy with just flat.

Thirdly: Miss Cleo. Whatever.

And finally: what's with all the personal success pep talk infomercials? The last thing I really want to see at 4AM when I'm sprawled on the couch half-naked with a 12 Jager buzz and a half a plate of sloppy nachos on my lap is a pep rally for financial independence, personal wealth and interpersonal relationships. At that point making up the stairs without vomiting or tripping is my ultimate career goal....

....unless of course the tapes will teach me how to make enough money so that I could afford to HIRE someone to carry me up the stairs.... Hmmmm. Operators ARE standing by....

This column © 2002 Lee Totten.