Have you ever read an article or seen a programme piece where you realise it's really nothing other than a thinly disguised advertisement, be it for a book, film, recording, play, or any manner of things someone is wishing to "push" at that time. Do you dislike, as I do, the seemingly incessant drip of "promotional material" and resent the absolute cynicism of those who profess to entertain, enlighten or educate us and yet collude with media or "self-promoters" to fill our air-time or attention with vacuous rubbish.
I accept shopping channels and regular advertisements because they are true to their aims, but the rest I feel to be an intrusion akin to Click-Bait; vacuous content for gullible people.
I know I'm moaning and, to use a bit of British slang, "pissing in the wind", but do you ever tire of such veiled advertising?
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What caused this moan was a BBC "human interest" article, ostensibly telling me of the anguish and guilt of a mother who had a child at the age of 16 (for Gods sake!) and now regrets not fully engaging with her daughter throughout her rearing. The bait is clear, the story seems enlightening, but it turns out to be an advert for a new book and the "bigging-up" of a very minor poet/author; the daughter is almost incidental to the article's main aim: Sell that book! (And shame on the BBC)
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