President Obama’s performance during last week’s debate against Mitt Romney and the expectation of some people that Paul Ryan will mop the floor with Vice President Joe Biden during tonight’s verbal joust reminds me of the very early days of my professional life when I was interviewed by company recruiters and I would constantly receive feedback that I didn’t appear enthusiastic during these conversations – to blazes with how well I may have answered the questions presented or how much I knew about these companies. The expectation was that I would sit at the edge of my seat with a wide-eyed look as if I was down to give the interviewer a lap dance if getting exotic meant I had a shot at landing the gig. Leaning back in the chair and speaking in a thoughtful, mellow tone made my audience think hard about whether or not they should stuff money in my vest.
Like it or not, we live in a semaphoric society of cobbled short attention spans where flashy displays mean damn-near everything – just make sure you don’t flash for too long since doing so runs contrary to the other societal custom of making quick conclusions from only seconds of data and almost no factual detail. President Obama would’ve fetched better numbers if sang his message to Romney last week.
I understand, Messrs. President and Vice President. There’s no need to tell me what you’re thinking right now. I get it, and I won’t write it. Nevertheless, the amount of money spent so far makes it easy to conclude you guys really want these gigs, which means you better reach for the stilettos and start dancing for the next three weeks…
song currently stuck in my head: “blue sunset” – michel sardaby