Warmth & advertising
" ... advertisement that pretends to be art is, at absolute best, like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you. This is dishonest, but what's sinister is the cumulative effect that such dishonesty has on us: since it offers a perfect facsimile or simulacrum of goodwill without goodwill's real spirit, it messes with our heads and eventually starts upping our defenses even in cases of genuine smiles and real art and true goodwill. It makes us feel confused and lonely and impotent and angry and scared. It causes despair.
And yet the Professional Smile's absence now also causes despair. Anybody who has ever bought a pack of gum at a Manhattan cigar store or asked for something to be stamped FRAGILE at a Chicago post office or tried to obtain a glass of water from a South Boston waitress knows well the soul-crushing effect of a service workers scowl, ie. the humiliation and resentment of being denied the Professional Smile. And the Professional Smile has by now skewed even my resentment at the dreaded Professional Scowl: I walk away from the Manhattan tobacconist resenting not the counterman's character or absence of good will but his lack of professionalism in denying me the Smile. What a fucking mess."
(Foster Wallace, "A supposedly fun thing I'll never do again")
2 Comments:
O autor do texto precisa vir fazer umas comprinhas aqui na Hungria. Para os magiares, sorrir para um desconhecido é impensável, demonstra excesso de familiaridade. Por isso quem passa poucos dias por aqui, vindo das terras onde o professional smile é a norma, sai achando os locais uns marrentos, infelizes, nojentos.
E acaba nem notando as boas gaitadas que eles dão entre os amigos...
Tu podia escrever sobre a Hungrua, Chico. Eu leria. Tás morando aí?
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