Last week they posted this image with a misplaced apostrophe on it and I pounced:
|Seriously with this? I really hate them.|
Or, I hate to LOVE them.
They quickly took it down after I mentioned their mistake. But I saved it before they did. I've done this three times to them over the past few weeks. To my defense, a major sports franchise should not have such glaring errors in its social media campaign. So I am providing somewhat of a public service while making myself feel better. There is nothing I can do to make the team better. They are hopeless. But calling them out on their stupidity makes me happy. I admit this endeavor is totally immature, smug, and otherwise pointless. But I'm not going to stop.
Speaking of stupidity in a social media campaign, there is a lot of what some might describe as outrage over a foolish tweet that Playskool sent. A bunch of dads, moms, bloggers, and others are all a-twitter over this:
|That's my friend John, from Daddy's IN CHARGE, |
with a nice ironic response at the bottom there.
Moronic? Yes. Stupid? Yes. Misguided? Yes. But not offensive. Cmon, people.... offensive? Where Playskool and the Jets, among others I am sure, have gone wrong is hiring young people who may not know better when it comes to online marketing. (Even the social media for the tv news show I run is itself run by the youngest members of my team.) Most of the time their posts are innocent, innocuous, engaging. Sometimes, though, they're stupid and misguided. Aren't we all? This is one of those times. Let's not get mad when someone is stupid. Correct them. Even sympathize with them. If need be, do what I do with the Jets and mock them. I mean, the Vice President of the United States puts his foot in his mouth almost daily. That's just Joe. We've come to accept it and he's the VICE PRESIDENT.
I myself say stupid things that I wish I could take back. Don't we all? So please, put down your phones, torches, and pitchforks. Stop tweeting. No need for the angry mob calling for boycotts. Let's not burn Mr. Potato Head at the stake. Enough with the faux outrage when non-stories like this get blown out of proportion, causing dads throughout the blogosphere to rant about not getting their proper due in the parenting pantheon. While you're complaining and boycotting, your child is in the corner smearing his own poop all over himself. Ya might want to attend to that.
A lot of us bloggers think we need to use our platform for good. Specifically, to sing of the virtues of dad-dom and defend dads at all costs from offensive portrayals in ad campaigns or on twitter accounts. To prove what good dads we are. Whatever happened to just telling stories about raising our kids? Of singing their praises? Of joking about our failures and celebrating our triumphs? When did we as bloggers become the unofficial spokesmen for dads? For good dads? Because one could argue that being a dad blogger makes me a worse parent than non-bloggers. After all, as I write this, who's watching my daughter? The television? The iPad? The dog? Damned if I know. And there is that whole "putting our life on the internet for all the world to see" thing. So, I'm over the righteous indignation from the blogging community. We don't have all the answers. We just have smarta$$ responses in 140 characters or less. We're a bunch of guys with kids and keyboards.
Let's get back in the game and worry about what matters. Love our kids, as we so obviously do. That's it. They're the only ones who need to know we're doing a good job as a parent. Love them the best you can.
And by all means, mock the Jets. (Thank God I'm a Yankees fan.)