Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Am I ordinary?
  • I tickle adults
  • I wear underwear to bed
  • I look in people’s windows
  • I save leftover salad
  • I believe the tabloids
  • I’ve called a number written on a bathroom wall
  • I believe my horoscope
  • My longest relationship is six months
  • I break up over email
  • I take my dog to restaurants
  • I feed my dog human food
  • I’m writing a screenplay
  • I tell people what my therapist says
  • I watch game shows
  • I think my life would make a really great movie

am I ordinary?


The Beverly Center – for a life less ordinary

If you live in Los Angeles, you’ve probably seen these ads. They are for the Beverly Center and they are ubiquitous.

First off, the answer is most likely "yes, you are ordinary" and you don’t need a hip ad campaign to tell you. The other answer is most likely, "no, you aren’t ordinary" and you don’t need a hip ad campaign to tell you that either.

I think one of the most ordinary fears is to fear being ordinary. If we weren’t somehow ordinary we would be the crazy person on Hollywood Blvd. with the tinfoil helmet blocking cranial satellite interference. Or we could be Bill Clinton, but really, you don’t think Bill does a few ordinary things throughout his day?

I know that not one of us is like anyone else and the endeavor to take my own special place in this world is one of my driving forces. I want people to recognize me for being unique. I want to believe that I have something to offer in this world that only I can offer, even if that is just a perspective. I want to believe that the way my life has been shaped, through joy and trauma and even ordinary days, has made me a distinctive individual.

Unfortunately, the "creative marketing agency" that the Beverly Center has hired is capitalizing on our need to have someone notice our extraordinariness in order to get us to shop at Louis Vuitton. I’m not a fan of the Beverly Center.

As it says in their ads, "separate and distinct from the wallpaper of faded fads and mass-merchandised looks, and counter to the social norms that guide the everyday behavior of the rank and file, is beverly center.
the lack of sameness is evident the moment you walk in. style and singularity hang from every rack, live under every glass counter and adorn every mannequin. and for that matter, it’s evident in beverly center’s trendsetting customers, who often transform the mall into an eight-story catwalk."


Of course 5 of those eight stories is a parking lot, but who am I to judge?

(p.s. Really want to do something out of the ordinary - become a long-term volunteer for a charity organization or, vote.)

Stumble It!


8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you don't like the Beverly Center, then just don't go there.
End of problem.

Blogger Annika said...

I won't feed the troll, I won't feed the troll.

Perhaps if the Beverly Center itself were the problem, that would be sound (if obnoxious) advice. Perhaps.

I can't drive home from my chiropractor without passing two of those billboards. In Hollywood. Nowhere near the Beverly Center.

What say you to that, anonymous?

I fed the troll.

Blogger goodmamajama said...

Anonymous....

Whoa man...take is easy. This isn't brain surgery...it is just a blog, man.

I, too, fed the troll.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Annika, so sorry life is so tough for you.

Blogger Faith said...

Oh my. There is no bad mouthing my peeps. Sorry. No more anonymous comments.

Blogger Gwen said...

Every time I see those billboards, I think of the movie with Ewan McGregor and Cameron Diaz. Which really doesn't seem like the kind of image the Beverly Center wants to project.

Also, boo to trolls.

Blogger Laurie Ann said...

I'm thinking the head of that marketing campaign reads your blog. Sensitive much?

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