ZAPPING TRASH ON TV’S WASTELAND
Recently, a bunch of television critics – people who are paid to
watch television and who make sportswriters look almost relevant –
gathered together with network executives to discuss the current state of
the television business. The big issue was not the garbage that networks
serve us daily, but the fact that you and I are growing tired of all the
advertising clutter on television and are finding ways to avoid it. The
critics and poobahs need not worry. As bad as television commercials are,
they are better than most of today’s network programs, unless you enjoy
watching people eat worms on a dare, as I witnessed recently on one of the
networks.
Devices are now being manufactured that will automatically zap
commercials so that we can watch the few minutes of programming the
networks allow between ads. This development is a major trauma to
television networks. Most of their revenue comes from sponsors, and they
don’t want us to omit the commercials. Otherwise, advertisers won’t
underwrite important cultural fare, like people eating worms on a dare.
One television mogul, Jamie Kellner, who is president of Turner
Broadcasting, a division of AOL/Time Warner/Ted Turner/Looney Tunes,
predicted that if we keep zapping commercials then we are going to have to
pay $250 a year more just to have the privilege of watching a bunch of
air-headed, tattooed blond girls get pregnant. Perish the thought.
“Not so fast,” says Leslie Moonves, president of CBS. Moonves
insists the commercial-zapping machines haven’t taken over the world yet
and, besides, he has an alternative to commercials – product placement.
Instead of enduring Screaming Dan, the New War Man prattling at you every
fifteen minutes or so to buy his gas-guzzling SUVs, you might see Morley
Safe pick up a bar of Ivory soap during “60 Minutes” and slyly set it in
camera range in a way that will make you want to run out and buy a case or
two. But product placement does have some drawbacks. Advertisers might
object to associating with certain shows. Moonves cites his own network’s
blood-and-guts show, “CSI,” as an example. “How do you do an autopsy and
have a diet Coke next to it?” Are network presidents heavy thinkers or
what?
Personally, I think the television industry is way behind the
learning curve on this issue. I have been zapping commercials for years
and I don’t require a complicated technological gizmo. All I need is my
handy remote control with a mute button. I zap ads that feature rap music
(which is most of them) or any that have cats in them, and I zap all
commercials that show some white guy as a befuddled jerk being set
straight by his superior-acting wife and smirked at by his kids.
Advertisers do this to white guys because if they made blacks or Asians or
women look that stupid, they’d receive a corporate butt-kicking from all
the special-interest groups. White guys have no special-interest groups
to defend them, unless you count the Republican Party. But Republicans
are too busy fighting with each other these days to have the time to take
up for white guys.
I zap political ads because they insult even my limited
intelligence, especially the one featuring Zell Miller talking about Max
Cleland’s leadership in the Senate. I assume Miller had his fingers
crossed when he made that commercial because surely he doesn’t mean it.
I not only zap commercials, but I also zap people I don’t like. It
has been years since Jesse Jackson, Ted Kennedy, Phil Donahue, Jerry
Falwell, Yassar Arafat, talent-challenged Alex Baldwin or anyone
associated with Atlanta’s Concerned Black Clergy has uttered a word on the
television sets in my home, and as long as my remote control holds out,
they never will.
Although it fries the hide of a couple of journalism professors I
know, I am glad I write a newspaper column. I don’t have to pause in the
middle of a great thought to accommodate Screaming Dan, the New Car Man.
The mute button is rendered powerless against me. I don’t have to hold up
a bar of Ivory soap while you read this. Best of all, I don’t have to eat
worms on a dare or associate with anyone who does.