Like you, I’m bombarded every minute, of every day, with advertising. And having been misled more than a few times in my life, I’m immediately skeptical of any gadget or IT product I see on the back of a magazine or in a WAGs handbag. That’s why I was so surprised by the new Apple iPhone.
It truly lives up to the hype: Clean lines and crisp design, refreshingly quick web connection and crystal clear voice calls, it reminds my jaded ears how good a phone can be. Sure, I may not be a stealth marketer employed by an international conglomerate to imperceptibly push the product in public, but this gadget is so unbelievably great, I subliminally market it to perfect strangers for free!
Honestly, this awesome slice of history packs such a social punch, you’d practically have to pay me not to pretend to talk about it (even when I’m using it), whilst I’m in earshot of consumers in the coveted 17-34 demographic.
I’m not required by a sponsor to walk down Oxford Street while emitting a quiet but distinct “All right!” under my breath – just loud enough for the other potential customers to hear – but I do it anyway – just for the pleasure of furtively turning people on to this amazing 8th wonder of the world.
In stealth-marketing parlance, this is what is known as “grooming,” but I prefer to call it “the least I can do.”
Seriously, it’s an honour to subtly plug something I actually believe in for once. I’m so in love with this thingamajig, that I want to shout its name from the rooftops, on Tower Bridge and on the busy commuter train that is 23 minutes late. Its a busy train too, where consumers are sat still enough for brand loyalty to be wedged into their head without fail. I know it sounds crazy, maybe even a little scary, but honestly, the iPhone is just that good. How cool am I?
Don’t tell anyone, but I enjoy the iPhone so much, I sometimes stealth market it well outside the target demographic. Maybe it’s wrong of me to sit in the Oxford Town Bowls club transit van as they leave for the Devon away leg, chatting away to no-one on the other end of the line, or tipping it from side to side? But the rush I get from inconspicuously getting the word out about this tremendous new product is nearly impossible to find anywhere else. Come to think of it, the only other time I experience pure exhilaration like that is when I lift the lid and fire up the Mac Book Pro. Or listening to my iPod Nano. Or flirting about with Mac OS X v10.5.
Sure, the task of registering for nearly 30 different newsgroup accounts using fake names and e-mail addresses just to generate the honest word-of-mouth buzz this product deserves may sound like a lot of work to you, one of the few Brits who hasn’t been bowled over by the no-holds-barred brilliance of the iPhone.
Come to think of it, if I were hired to viral market a new phone I wasn’t particularly passionate about – for example a new phone with Microsoft Office whatsitcalled on it – I would just subliminally insert favourable comments in two dozen or so high-traffic chat rooms and be done with it. Maybe post a youtube video or two and kick start the conversation with a few dummy posts.
No, only a very special product could make me devote a week of evenings to surfing literally hundreds of chat rooms, gaining the confidence of unwitting users by establishing a base of common interests before casually mentioning how I recently tried the most hardcore, design-led, pick-a-chick-up phone the world has ever seen.
But hey, don’t let me influence you. Try the iPhone for yourself. If only the dating process was as impressively simple. Gotta go. Must post a new photo of me and my phone out and about, on Facebook.