I don’t have a favorite movie or tv show, too much out there for me to hone in on a single favorite. However, I do have favorite scenes. One scene… Season 2, Episode 1 of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, classic.
Will’s stuck in his basement with his girlfriend Kathleen, played by Tisha Campbell. Better known as Gina from Martin. After discovering Kathleen’s eyes are not hazel and she’s wearing a wig, both discoveries coming within minutes of one another. Let’s say Will’s enthusiasm is dwindling.
The scene begins with Will leaning forward, elbows on knees, right hand holding a toothpick that he’d been twirling on his lip. With an open-mouthed dimwitted expressionless face, brought about by the slow recognition that Kathleen is not all of who she presented herself to be. Will sulks on a stool across from Kathleen. Kathleen’s wig is dangling off the right side of Will’s head in the exact positioning you would see a character wearing a mini-top hat. He slides the toothpick out of his mouth and breaks into a lackluster performance.
“I’m stuck in a basement
Sitting on a Tricycle
Girl gettin on my nerves
Goin out of my mind
I thought she was fine
Don’t know if her body is hers.”
It was all a dream
You ever read Word Up magazine? I haven’t. Have you noticed the growing trend of making a service of making a service? That wasn’t a typo, and something tells me you have.
In other words, there are people out who are looking to be successful in their endeavors. Because people looking to be successful exist, another group wants to aid those in becoming successful with their efforts. Makes sense to me. Now, enter the third group. I call them imposters. These imposters either haphazardly or skillfully place themselves and their services into the mix.
They see themselves as fit to provide you with the services you need to succeed but only because they’ve seen others have success with this business model. Typically, we would call these people scammers. But for some reason, we don’t. Instead, we call them aspiring entrepreneurs. I assume we don’t call them scammers because we accept the lie that they are only trying to help.
It’s as bad as receiving a call from India and being asked to send the caller money and or receiving an email notifying you that you’ve won the prize. You have to input your social security number for it to be verified. We laugh, yet there’s a reason why these ploys are still practiced.
Because they work
I’ve come close to being scammed myself. I felt rushed to secure a rental home in North Carolina for my wife and me while still stationed in Okinawa, Japan. I found a great spot. Only the photos were taken from a home for sale and then posted by the scammer and offered as a rental to steal the deposit money. It was my wife who had the wherewithal to say it appeared like a scam. She was correct.
Not all scammers are created equal
Some are better than others. Maybe the good ones have taken a class?
I read a blog post this morning from a how-to-blog service provider with around 10k subscribers and paid subscription services. The post stated that after years of coaching clients on how to blog, it was discovered they hadn’t known how to blog. That they were missing the magic ingredient that brought it all home, until now, and they’re ready to share this precious gem with their paying audience.
Well, lucky day for these clients.
“Here we go, spill it, sister! I’m ready for my blog to take off.”
How do you feel anything other than duped as a paid subscriber after reading that? What an odd admission to use as a sales pitch.
I have a question
“Did you say you just learned to blog yourself?”
That is all I need to hear to feel like an idiot. Listen, I’m not knocking service providers. It’s a legit way to make a living. Find a problem, fix the problem. The issue is this tertiary group, the imposters, they don’t know how to solve the problem.
I’m the new guy
Maybe, I got it all wrong. Let me know, I’m open to interpretation. The only thing that should matter is the words you put up and how the reader connects with said words. Any questions about anything else, figure it out along the way with what’s provided free via the interwebs.
They don’t blog
In short, whoever is behind the service reads, maybe even pays, regurgitates, and then requests to be paid. These service providers read blogs and then develop strategies on how to blog without actually blogging themselves. Each post is merely five steps to success or a how-to, all rewording one of the millions of pins seen on Pinterest covering the same thing. I have a hard time finding people who offer services and offer those services while still practicing the art on which they choose to provide said services.
Listen, things change rapidly in all things concerning the internet. No one needs help from five years ago. People want help today to prepare for tomorrow. I claimed that I have a hard time finding people who practice what they preach. Still, they exist—everyday people with a passion for their craft and a willingness to share it.
Here’s one, Cole Schafer, check him out. Yes, he offers paid subscription services, and no, I don’t pay. Not because I don’t believe it’s worth it. I think he’s a wealth of knowledge, and I subscribe to his free newsletter. It inspires me, and moves me to do the most necessary task of all.
After Will finishes his song, he and Kathleen engage in the petty banter new couples often suffer from, as they discover one another beyond appearances. Kathleen is hungry and retrieves a can from a deep freeze in the basement. She hands it to Will for him to open right after proudly claiming, “Forget it, I don’t need you to do anything for me.”
Will attempts to open the can, not his best of efforts. He hands the can back to Kathleen, stating he can’t open it. Kathleen mocks his perceived strength as a man, of which Will retorts “You’re the one with the nails, You open it.” Kathleen promptly snaps off every fake nail and hands them to Will.
Will is fed up and disgusted driving his response.
“Okay, look, Kathleen, in the last three hours. You took out your eyeballs, your fingernails, your eyelids and your hair. Now what else on your body can I get at the mall?”