I have a real Rolex, but once, on a trip to China, I bought a counterfeit version of the same model. The counterfeit was so good that I couldn’t spot any differences even holding them side-by-side. I bought the counterfeit 8 or 9 years ago and it still runs fine, and keeps accurate time. The real one cost me $7,000 and the fake one cost me something like $20.
The way these services work starts out like in the commercial, they call the house to see if something is wrong. If you don’t answer they don’t call the police, first they call a list of 3-4 people you have designated to be called to see if it is a false alarm. Your neighbor, brother, ex-boyfriend, etc. (ex-boyfreind probably won’t answer).
Then, and only then, if they they can’t get ahold of anyone, the police will be called. You aren’t getting help in 5 minutes unless you are able to answer the phone. If you are busy fighting off the intruder it could take a half hour or more before they decide to call the cops. They will find a fresh body though.
Then the Brinks guys show up and they’re zombies too !
Really anything people use circular logic to justify paying more for:
Why buy the more expensive brand?
Because it’s better quality.
How do you know that’s better quality?
Because it costs more.
Also, every time Apple releases a new product it’s just a rehash of something that’s been on the market for years. Then everyone goes nuts over it like it’s some new disruptive technology that’s going to change everything.
I think all luxury goods are overhyped-there is a law of diminishing returns, and something you pay 5 times the price for, is usually not 5X as good. As for BMW-if you tuned the suspension of a regular car (by adding special springs, links, and shock absorbers) you could come close to the handling of a BMW. Most passenger cars suspensions are tuned for a comfortable ride, not performance. I will concede (however) that BMWs have excellent brakes (because they use huge discs and bigger pads). German drivers drive fast, and need good brakes for stopping. American cars (which rarely see speeds above 60 MPH) can get by with smaller brakes.
What’s amazing to me is many luxury car makers don’t seem to care about reliability. I guess they figure if you pay $40k for the car you can handle all the repair bills. Same is true for car magazines - not much talk about reliability when they review cars.
Anyone else kind of blown away that people are willing to shell out 7 or 8 bucks for a frozen pizza???
For just about the same money, I can go get a freshly made pie at any one of several different places. (I am usually a one or two topping kind of guy— I dont go for the 27 different exotic toppings bit)
For me, frozen pizza is OK for the occasional times when getting a real pizza is not an option (at 3 am for example) but even then, paying over 8 bucks for a “gourmet” frozen number would never cross my mind…
I have never paid more than $5 for a frozen pizza.
Cables. I hereby offer 6 small nations, sexual favors to every company employee, and 1 billion dollars to anyone that can prove to me their $1000 audio cables are functionally (that is to say, has a quality change that is detectable with unaided human senses) better than any I can get from Newegg for $5. That said, for game systems I do buy first party cables, but that’s more for “company loyalty” reasons than anything else. Okay, a little over the top, but still.
I gotta agree with you. They always start off saying “I was playing with regular vacuums and wondered why they immediately lost suction”
Well, that must be on a bench test, because all the vacs I’ve ever owned had suction when completely full of dirt. The problem at that point is that if the bag is full then running it pushes dust out the exhaust, but it still has plenty of suction.
I didn’t say upscale shampoos. None of the ones I listed are very pricey. They’re lauded as being better than they are, hence “overhyped.”
When I conk out in front of the TV and wake up at 3 a.m., every other listing on the TV program guide is “YOUR BABY CAN READ”. Teaching your infant to read is somehow going to make him/her more successful in life.:rolleyes: Look, when you (or your nanny) push Baby out the door of your McMansion in his/her Rolls Royce of strollers, I think “YOUR BABY IS POTTY TRAINED” is more important than if the baby can absorb “Heart of Darkness”.
Well, maybe it just needs a little twist:
A small gray squirrel, scurrying across a window sill, trips the hypersensitive Brinks Home Security alarm system, resulting in a series of piercing electronic bleeps. Eyes widen and pulse quickens on the blandly inoffensive suburban housewife, home alone, in a large, dark house, on a chilly evening. Suddenly, the phone rings within arm reach of our harried protagonist. She answers before the first ring completes, with fear and apprehension. “H-hello…w-who is this!”. (Close-up shot of blandly inoffensive Brinks operator). “Mrs. Smyth, this is Biff, from Brinks Home Security…your alarm went off…is everything alright?” Our housewife, visibly less anxious upon hearing the soothing voice replies, “I-I think so…probably just a false alarm…b-but, I’m not sure.” “You’re probably right, ma’am, but we’ll send someone over, just to make sure.” “Thank you so much, I feel much better now.” (Click)
Five minutes later, a knock on the door. The housewife, with only mild trepidation, peers through the lightly fogged window of her front door and see’s a blandly inoffensive man wearing a baseball cap—with a “Brinks Home Security Officer” logo emblazoned on its front. A small smile breaks across her face as she opens the door. As the man approaches, about to breach the entranceway, she notices that his complexion is not quite as bland and inoffensive as her window fogged view originally suggested and his gait could best be described as being lumbering. His skin was a mottled blend of pallor with cyanotic overtones. Desquamating sheets of epidermis fell from putrefying cheeks. Its eyes fixed on hers…eyes that were animated, but somehow, not quite alive. She felt something cold constrict around her wrist as she turned to run…
Bacon Salt. Clever marketing and the Internet Bacon Meme have made this mediocre artificially-flavored seasoned salt way more popular than it deserves. It doesn’t make “everything taste like bacon.” It makes everything tastes like a salted used ashtray.
And what’s up with the whole Dyson “ball” thing? They actually came up with a solution for a problem that never exsisted. When was the last time you used a typical vacuum cleaner and said to yourself “dammit! I wish this thing would corner better!” Um, like, never.
Kind of like those “unbreakable” nalgene water bottles. Cause, like, you know, I just hated when I dropped my old plastic one and it would shatter into a thousand pieces:rolleyes:.