And it was interesting. A while ago, a coworker asked me if I was interested in being part of a smoker’s focus group. I said sure, but it turned out that they had enough people by the time I called. That was about six months ago.
So yesterday, they called me and asked if I wanted to be part of a makeup focus group. They gave me the details, and told me to show up at 5:00. 2 hour session, cash paid at the end: 100 smackeroos. Being that it’s the day before payday, and I’m horrendously broke, I jumped at the chance.
I really enjoyed myself. As I said, the theme was makeup (with heavy emphasis on a particular brand of makeup). What did we like, what didn’t we like. If “Brand” was a party, what kind of party would it be? Flip through magazines and pull pages that represent the same thing that “Brand” represents to you. They asked for our impressions of different ads, which we liked, which we didn’t and why. There was a two way mirror, behind which were Brand marketing people looking on.
The group itself was a veritable Benetton ad: a woman who appeared to be an Italian socialite type; a perky high school guidance counselor; a Russian girl; a blond-haired, celebrity worshipping Everygirl; a very pregnant woman; a smart-yet-hip black woman, and myself.
It was just a neat experience; an opportunity to voice my opinions, a chance to chat with a bunch of women, and free samples at the end. And the 100 bucks for 2 hours of my time just made it even better.
So I celebrated by taking a bike cab to the train station, which in itself was fun. Of course, I forgot to ask how much he charged, so when we got to Grand Central, he said “I would have told you 20, you would have asked for 10, and we would have compromised at 15.” Being all cheerful and generous, (and feeling a little guilty that he had to lug my heavy butt downtown) I gave him $18.
Fun night