marketing scams
I just got a facebook friend request from some guy who suggests that we should be friends because we're "fellow Harvard alums" and therefore must have so much in common. Actually, he's just trying to sell me a book. His name is Keith Ferrazzi, and he has written a how-to-network book called "Never Eat Alone", which I would never dream of buying. This guy has built his whole career off of using people. His whole thing is that he builds "real relationships" rather than just contacts. But in the end, those relationships serve only to bolster his own self-serving needs and pocketbook. I read some reviews of his book on Amazon and apparently his book is filled with helpful hints like "throw a party and serve chips and salsa" and reads more like an address book, with Ferrazzi dropping the names of every person he's ever met. Some reviewers found it particularly disingenuous that he markets his "secrets" at the "everyman" when he himself benefited from his privileged upbringing and contacts at Yale and Harvard Business School.
Oh, so that's what I was supposed to be doing at Harvard? Networking, self-promoting, and making fake friends. Whoops! Somewhere along the line I forgot to do that!
A couple weeks ago I got a notice in the mail saying I had won a prize and just needed to call the number to claim it. I knew it was some sort of scam or marketing scheme from the beginning (I'm not dumb), but I thought what the hell, maybe I"ll just go along with it and see what it's all about. So that's how I found myself in a tiny "conference room" at the Hampton Inn in State College listening to a young lady give a sales pitch for a vacation timeshare scheme to me and two other Penn State students. It was actually pretty hilarious as that very morning I had delivered a guest lecture to my cultural geography class on my thesis research - which is a critical analysis of alternative tourism. And here I was being sold the quintessential mass tourism experience. The irony was thick. The young lady asked us where we'd like to go for our next vacations. One guy said Myrtle Beach. One said Florida. I said Vietnam. I think that threw her off a bit. Poor girl. I did feel sorry for her. Her job is to go around to dumpy college towns around Appalachia and the Southeast and try to lure debt-prone college kids into poor investments. That's gotta be tough.
Oh, so that's what I was supposed to be doing at Harvard? Networking, self-promoting, and making fake friends. Whoops! Somewhere along the line I forgot to do that!
A couple weeks ago I got a notice in the mail saying I had won a prize and just needed to call the number to claim it. I knew it was some sort of scam or marketing scheme from the beginning (I'm not dumb), but I thought what the hell, maybe I"ll just go along with it and see what it's all about. So that's how I found myself in a tiny "conference room" at the Hampton Inn in State College listening to a young lady give a sales pitch for a vacation timeshare scheme to me and two other Penn State students. It was actually pretty hilarious as that very morning I had delivered a guest lecture to my cultural geography class on my thesis research - which is a critical analysis of alternative tourism. And here I was being sold the quintessential mass tourism experience. The irony was thick. The young lady asked us where we'd like to go for our next vacations. One guy said Myrtle Beach. One said Florida. I said Vietnam. I think that threw her off a bit. Poor girl. I did feel sorry for her. Her job is to go around to dumpy college towns around Appalachia and the Southeast and try to lure debt-prone college kids into poor investments. That's gotta be tough.

