Yorgo the barman had a friend drive us to Zeitgeist where there was THE TAMALE LADY and I had tamales and chocolate and Guinness and rum and YOU ALL MISSED OUT ON THE GREATEST FUCKING NIGHT IN SAN FRANCISCO EVER AND I LAUGH AT ALL YOUR MISFORTUNES! That is, until tomorrow morning, at which point I will likely be in heavy Regret Mode. -- Crackmonkey
"This is Deborah with the Nielsen TV ratings service," the
cheery voice on the phone said. Viewers across America were about to be represented by a
degenerate freak like me...
You're a paranoid geek, sitting home alone, and your phone rings.
What the -- I should've asked her how she got my phone number; it's
unlisted! But okay, Deborah -- assuming that is your REAL name...
Bring it on. What is it the Nielsen ratings want to know today?
"Well, first of all, sir: what kind of TV shows do you watch." There was a pause.
Er, I'd always assumed the questions would be more specific.
"Um...cartoons?" I said.
"And news. Sometimes I like to watch the news."
"And comedies. I like comedies. And dramas." Ooo, yeah. That oughta mess
with their heads. I'm stickin' it to the Man!
Sadly, that was pretty much the only question Deborah had. (Besides
whether or not I was the head of the household.) Oh, and there was one more question.
"Please bear with me, sir. Are you of Spanish or Hispanic origin?
"That is, are any of your ancestors, parents, grandparents, great grandparents, and so on,
from a Spanish-speaking
country. Like Mexico, Puerto Rico, Cuba, or Spain."
Am I really sure this isn't some white supremacist group? I mean, she
didn't ask if I spoke Spanish -- but rather, if I my great-grandfather
may or may not have been Spanish. How will this help NBC
know whether or not to bring back Blossom? I asked her to repeat
the question, and sure enough, the Nielsen people had apparently written
it out for Deborah on a little card.
"Are you of Spanish or Hispanic origin? That is, are any of your ancestors, parents,
great grandparents, and so on, from a Spanish-speaking country. Like Mexico, Puerto Rico,
Cuba, or Spain."
That offended me for some reason. Some stranger calls out of the blue
and starts asking questions about my gene pool. "We want to know better how to exploit
Hispanics such as yourself by popularizing worthless consumer products," they're really
saying. "The Nielsen organization thanks you for your time."
I feel dirty.
So here's a tip from El Destino, all you TV-viewing ladies and gentlemen
aross this fine, proud and diverse nation of ours. From now until doomsday,
whenever a pollster calls you up...