Saturday Spamday: Baby Edition: Part One

Free Milk (er… Formula)!

 

 

DontAdvertiseToMe.com has been on a short hiatus, largely due to Jeff needing to shift his focus to a larger project (see last post, “Give Thanks), and my life adjusting to the responsibilities and joys of fatherhood. While I can’t promise daily posts, I do plan to keep this blog going and potentially add a few other writers so you don’t have deal with only my rambling snark day-in, day-out. Since I welcomed a son into this world a mere four weeks ago, I found it to be fitting to incorporate his presence into my first post back. So without further blah blah blah:

Spam doesn’t always find its way into your inbox where it waits to be flagged and quickly quarantined to your trash folder. It also doesn’t always blare out at you in the form of a popup that visually screams at you when you’re simply trying to find good internet porn. Sometimes, it shows up on your doorstep individually packaged in a small cardboard box anticipating a new life entering your family.

Yep, when your partner gets pregnant and the ink on the baby shower invites hasn’t even dried yet, you get sent the gift of free baby formula. Your great aunt whoever or your forgettable cousin back east hasn’t heard the exciting news yet, but because you registered for all those burp clothes and Moby wraps at Target, Enfamil has received the good word and wants to establish itself as your baby’s go-to sustenance. When that little tyke won’t latch onto a cracked nipple that’s already had enough devastation by suction, Enfamil wants to save you the ensuing late night hours of screaming and frustration from both mother and children.

It’s not surprising that a baby formula company is forced to give away unsolicited free samples as most birth educators and pre natal practitioners have labeled it a mere backup to breast milk. In fact, the only real upsides that breast milk advocates have to begrudgingly award to formula are its lack of inducing breast pain and its uncanny ability to put an infant into a far deeper sleep than average breast milk. Its these attributes that allow Enfamil to send vast quantities of samples to all soon to be moms, because given a chance to quell a few sleepless nights leads convinces quite a few moms to return their breast pumps and stock up on the powdery goodness. Still, it does make one consider the downsides of registries giving away your personal info versus not registering and ending up with more onesies than the Octomom ever utilized.

However, this isn’t the only way companies try to capitalize on a baby that’s still in utero. Check out next week for Part Two!

Saturday Spamday

Charities that don’t do what they promise.

I donate money, they send me stuff I don’t want. That is spam.

The humane society sends “gifts” and follow up letters at a rate that makes me wonder if my donation actually went to the cause I intended to support, or did I simply fund the production of crappy, future landfill items for myself? It feels a little bit like if you were to give Salvation Army Santa a $10 bill and as you walked away, he stopped you and threw $5.75 in pennies at you.

A few religious charities that will go unnamed are clearly selling or sharing my information. That one goes like this: I donate money in my mother in-law’s name for Christmas, they sell my name (or share it), I get spammed.

These two behaviors totally befuddle me. Because, guess what are the best two ways to guarantee I never donate to you again?

– Words by Jeff

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This blog.

Just kidding, subscribe to the right and keep reading (thank you).

– Words by Jeff

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About a month ago I downloaded the App and signed up for a cool new social network called Circle.

It is a beautiful App and I absolutely loved it when I first started using it. I was already thinking about leaving Twitter and Facebook for Circle.

I was dealt even more delight when, just a few hours later, Circle’s founder, Evan, sent me a well-written, thoughtful email.

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The note was clearly automatically generated, but it was personal and came from Evan’s own email address. The message felt like an opportunity for conversation and connection. It was written with a soft sell at the end, but the bulk of it made it seem as if Evan were truly interested in talking with his new users.

I found this approach refreshing and super smart. Evan is brand new in an over-crowded marketplace. He needs people to want to connect with him and his “local network.” The note he sent seemed perfect.

The problem was that Evan’s message was thinly disguised spam. Shame on me for not catching it at the time.

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That soft sell at the end turned out to be the only reason Evan crafted the message at all. His email asked for feedback and invited replies. It also noted that he was looking forward to having a conversation with me, his new tribe-member (I’m paraphrasing).

But, I replied to Evan’s email and heard nothing back. I wrote a careful, brief email meant to spark a conversation. I gave the feedback he requested and tried to open up a conversation.

Crickets.

Users like me have to assume that Evan never cared about the relationship, only the sale at the end of this email.

Evan was almost on to something special. He was 9/10s of the way to doing something remarkable. But none of his efforts matter if he does not follow up on his promise. In fact, he did more harm than good – I have the worst taste in my mouth surrounding his App and service. I stopped using it because I could tell that Evan does not care about me. He cares about the sale.

-Words by Jeff

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Today I want to focus not on an act of spam, or even an organization guilty of spamming. Instead, I want to think out loud a little bit about the principles of spam.

The Internet has changed spam forever, and not in the way you might think.

Most people think of spam and immediately think of the Internet – pop ups, Viagra emails, Twitter hacks, the list goes on.

The thing is that spam was here already. The Internet actually helped us define it and separate it out.

It is now easier than it has ever been to identify spam and spammers, all thanks to the Internet.

And this applies to more than just online spam. People have been mailing us spam and calling us when we do not want them to for years, but it has only been recently that opt-out lists for mailers and “do not call lists” have cropped up. We have the new world as shown to us by the Internet to thank.

The Internet opened us up to a previously rare idea – companies and organizations can be infiltrated and made transparent.

More amazing still, organizations learned that they could benefit from operating with honesty and an ambition to build relationships with their clients and supporters.

-Words by Jeff

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How about the radio?

I know many people (including my lovely wife) who still find songs they like on the radio. But I can’t help thinking that the radio – as it exists now – is not only out-dated, but simply a mechanism for spamming us. How much of what comes out of the radio do you actually want to hear.

The radio provides a large percentage of songs and content we do not care about sandwiched by ads that annoy us.

Maybe five or ten per cent of the songs appeal to some of us, so a few keep listening. The rest – maybe all but the laggards – have discovered that new media allows us listen to what they want with less, or none, of what we do not.

Note: NPR and some AM stations are exceptions, providing reasonable alternatives. Radio could even be all the way dead by now if not for talk radio, sports radio, NPR and religious stations.

– Words by Jeff

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Facebook spams you all the time.

They are trying to get better, but – let’s face it – their ads are still way on the spammy end of the spectrum.

Believe me, Facebook – and any organization that makes money from selling ad space – wants to find the perfect advertising environment.

The ideal situation – Plato’s perfect advertising situation – would present ads only to consumers who already wanted to see those ads and act on them.

If all goes to plan, your future self will only see ads that magically – OK, it will be algorithm-magic, but still – intersect with your needs and – most importantly – your desires.

But our present selves still get spammed daily on and by the same website that claims it exists to connect people and strengthen relationships. And that is a damn shame.

– Words by Oz

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Opt-out email list signups.

Why should I have to opt-out? Why make it harder for someone who has already signed up for your service or made a purchase for you?

The common answer is, “People won’t sign up unless we do it for them.”

That may be true, but that is logic built for you, not your customers. It is selfish.

I may have purchased something from you, but that doe not mean I want 20 emails a week from you. Every unwanted email pushes me further and further away.

Offering an awesome club with perks instead of signing people up for an opportunity to be sold to gives them a reason to opt-in. Sure, it is harder to do. But that really big list of people who are annoyed by your emails but forgot to opt-out will not bring you the win in the long run.

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Sometimes companies believe they are marketing, when they are in fact spamming their audience.

This below Snickers ad popped up last Sunday when I was checking in on Fantasy Football action. The ad is nothing special, except it advertises directly to you using the name of your team.

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This would be a very cool ad if it were truly interactive, engaging or compelling. The internet provides limitless opportunities to connect, create and share. Instead, ads like this one come off as insincere (“Hey, we can plug your name into this add to ‘personalize’ it just for you, whoever you are!).

But the insincerity is nothing compared to the phlegmy feeling you are left with when you think about your privacy and how nonexistent it really is on the web. Ads like this remind you of all the prying eyes and grubby fingers that lust after your name, habits and other tasty bits of information.

I know Snickers is not the only legit company with other totally great marketing campaigns that has tried this sort of thing, but most of us find it creepy and spammy no matter who you are. So let’s call ads like this what they rally are: Spam.

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This clown spent last week reblogging almost every post I made this month. Apparently, no blog is safe. Once you click through to his blog it is clear what he (or she, I suppose) is doing and why. (Dolla, dolla billz, ya’ll!) But this is old, out-dated thinking.

Google’s SEO dies not work like it used to. Some of the Wild West tactics that lazy scumbags could use to drive people to their site and get either advertising or conned dollars are less and less profitable.

Even though Internet sleaze paid off big for over a decade, and still is for sure, it is short-sighted at best.

It is easier and more profitable in the big picture to create something of value and share it with people.

I am planning on blasting spammers and bottom feeder like this “blog” every Saturday. Not for fun. Not to be mean. But because so many still believe that they are going to get rich behaving like this (lord knows they used to). Even if you do make a nice sum of money scamming people for a few months or years, how long will that really last?

Saturday Spamday will recognize spammers and the errors of their ways for the betterment of humans everywhere. It will become a Saturday tradition like College Football and hangovers. It will change the world!

…OK, even I know all that is going overboard. But still, spammers suffocate art. Saturday and every other day of the week.