Ah, that’s got your attention.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, I’m not going to try and sell you
a libido raiser, or any form of marital aids from plastic dolls to Anne Summers devices.
Way back in the early 1970s Steve Turner wrote a poem about faking love. In 2013, a blogger
called ‘Fuller’ thought that “Turner captured the essence of the modern world. Many men look
for sex and many women give sex, hoping for a lasting relationship – both faking love to get
what they want. Maybe both are just lonely, empty or sad inside.”
Faking is everywhere, footballer’s injuries, fake jewellery, watches, money and many other
things . Web sites offering ways to find love are all over the Net and I’m glad to say that some
people have found that ‘special person’ by means of a dating site. Some sites, however, are
nothing more than con artists drawing on your desperation. This is what bothers me. The
manipulation of people’s desires for many things by adverts that are just not right or plain
misleading. Bob Dylan in his brilliant song, ‘It’s Alright Ma, I’m Only Bleeding’ sang;
‘Advertising signs they con,
You into thinking you’re the one,
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won,
Meantime life outside goes on all around you.’
My concern is about some adverts that claim certain things/products have many properties
(rather like the people that sell them) but in essence have no real value at all. Getting rich from
fake products is nothing new. Quack doctors have been selling remedies for hundreds of years.
Pills or potions that will cure this or that, or improve your sex life are rampant even today.
Emails spamming us with ways to enhance our bodies are a curse for most of us. Most are
ignored but occasionally some hit the mark and the mark is drawn in. (And don’t get me started
on the friendly Nigerian man who will give me £30,000 just to put his funds into my bank
People who suffer from ‘chronic suggestibility’ are most at risk. Particularly with the new scams
where having bought an item the buyer is on a list for further more insidious scamming. The
fake ‘refund’ is currently popular with thieves. This usually is instigated by a phone call or email
telling you that you have overpaid for the item and that you are entitled to a refund if you
provide certain details of the payment. Sometimes the fraudster will actually call at the house of
the victim and check the bank or credit card details and then craftily not give the card back.
When challenged, the faker will pretend that it has fallen into the lining of the jacket he is
wearing and cannot get it out without damaging the jacket. Assuring you that he knows a tailor
very near who can skillfully remove it from the lining he promises to come back within half an
hour. Of, course he never does and by the time the victim realises what has happened the card
has been used to the limit with purchases and cash withdrawals. You might not believe this can
happen but it does and the victim usually lives alone and is elderly.
A David Bowie song, ‘Changes’ reminds me of another kind of fakery. The shop mirror designed
to make you look good when trying on clothes. He sings,
” So I turned myself to face me, But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker.”
What is it with some shops that their mirrors and lights make you look different or worse than
you imagine in your mind? I think the mirrors are meant to flatter your image but, in my case,
they seem to do the opposite. Is this fakery gone wrong? (I’m looking at you, M&S.)
This is the age of fake news, fake photos and vanity. All is vanity. People striving to see
themselves on television or in media. I have never understood the current obsession with
‘selfies’ and then posting them everywhere so people can see your face. What’s wrong with
mirrors? Are their memories so bad that they need photos to remind them of how they look?
The odd photo with a so called celebrity I can understand, but using a Selfie Stick to take a
photo of yourself is crazy in my view.
As Ali G says, ‘Let’s keep it real’.