Introduction
I hate
shopping. Whenever I exchange my money
for products or services, I feel a stab of defeat. The value I place on my belongings grows in
proportion to their age—that is, to how well I’ve managed to amortize their
original cost. Of course we all seek to
get the best value for our dollar, but I have a bigger goal, which is to never spend
anything and forever make do with what I already have. I’m a retailer’s worst nightmare.
I also
dislike crowds, holiday lotion snipers, displays of retail abandon, and above all Christmas music. And yet, I ventured out to Best Buy on Black
Friday to buy my mom a new computer. Not
my cup of tea, but I had a rare opportunity:
my brother Bryan and I were both visiting our mom in Oregon (which
doesn’t happen that often); Bryan knows more about computers than I do; and
getting a Black Friday discount on a big-ticket item like a computer is worth
some suffering.
Plus, I must
confess, I saw a silver lining to the horridness of the outing: I could blog about how bad it was. You know, kind of a Heart of Darkness thing.
That’s something I like about being a blogger: when something bad happens to me, at least it
stimulates my creative juices and I can often get an interesting post out of it, and when something really bad
happens to me, I might get several interesting posts out of it.
As it turns
out, and as you knew already, Black Friday was a bust this year. In this post I examine what the failure of
Black Friday means to America; describe my non-horrid (but still somewhat
remarkable) trip to Best Buy; and lay out my novel strategy for increasing the
success of Black Friday.
When you
think about it, it’s kind of weird that, our own shopping aside, the success or
failure of Black Friday is a guaranteed source of “news.” Every year, the sales numbers for this
made-up retail event are as widely reported as the outcome of football
games. And yet outside of our own
shopping, why should we care what other people
did on their day off?
The answer,
of course, is that Black Friday is widely (though not universally)
regarded as a measure of consumer
confidence, which is a yardstick by which we measure the health of our economy,
and in turn the state of the nation.
I’m not at
all sure any of this makes sense. Why should
we measure the health of our nation by how recklessly we spend our money, on
this one arbitrarily declared day, on stupid gifts that probably won’t delight
our family and friends nearly as much as we hope? If that set of four Harvest Pumpkin soup tureens were actually a worthwhile product, you’ve have bought it for yourself. Holiday shopping is all about retailers playing us for suckers and I can’t see how their success validates the health of the nation.
Why put any
stock in consumer confidence to begin with?
How many Americans actually understand their own finances, much less the
intricacies of the overall global economy?
Besides, there’s evidence to show that being confident doesn’t necessarily lead to good outcomes. American students lead the world in
confidence, even while their academic performance is sub-par.
Some suggest
that the poor Black Friday numbers could actually be good thing, like this Nasdaq writer who theorizes that, because the economy has improved, people are no longer
desperate enough to tolerate massive crowds just to save money. Prosperity aside, I’d be more optimistic
about our nation if journalists like this guy used better grammar: “More than 6 million less people than
expected actually went out and shopped” makes me cringe. (Just in case you missed it, it should have
read “More than 6 million fewer people…”
or, even better, “Over 6 million fewer people,”
though I would also gladly accept “over 6 million lesser people” though that
does alter the meaning somewhat.)
Cyber
Monday, meanwhile, was bigger than ever. This reassured a lot of people that
the nation is still healthy. I’d like to
think this means Americans are getting more introverted. But actually it’s probably got more to do
with laziness and just wanting everything shipped to us.
Oddly, what
I would consider the greatest factor leading to Black Friday’s dismal
performance is something almost nobody reported on: Adult Thursday. Maybe you haven’t heard of this one; it made
its debut this year. On Adult Thursday
(yes, Thanksgiving Day itself), adult websites offer steep discounts and
(probably more importantly) a suspension of tracking cookies, so lustful men
can save a few bucks while enjoying greater anonymity.
Is Adult
Thursday a good thing? Well, I’m
torn. On the plus side, it shows the
same American ingenuity that produced the Sports
Illustrated swimsuit issue (“Hey, men love sports, but also babes—let’s
give ‘em both!”). Not since feasting on
Thanksgiving was paired with watching football have we seen this kind of clever
alignment; by indulging licentiousness as well, we’ve hit the trifecta! On the negative side, I’m repulsed by the
notion of would-be shoppers being too glutted on dopamine to leave the house on Friday.
(No, Adult
Thursday isn’t a real thing … at least not until this post goes viral and
causes life to imitate art.)
My trip to Best Buy
My wife
thought I was crazy to brave Best Buy on Black Friday, until she grasped that I
was sacrificing my own emotional health for my writing. (Like me, she has had too charmed a life to
be a great writer; happiness is like a consolation prize.) But as it turned out, the dreadful hordes
never showed up. The place was less
crowded than our local Target on any given day.
I found a parking spot right away.
I also got
plenty of attention from the Best Buy customer service associates. Too much, actually, since their input is
practically worthless. I’ve read
articles lamenting how online giants like Amazon are eating the lunch of
brick-and-mortar chains like Best Buy, but I have no sympathy. I can get gobs of info on products by
shopping online, but almost no info in the store despite the best efforts of
earnest but hapless salespeople.
“I’m looking
for a very basic PC for my mom,” I told the guy. “She doesn’t want a touch-screen and doesn’t
need a lot of CPU or memory. But she is
brand-conscious and will want something that looks good.” So the guy lead me to an Acer computer. An Acer? Wasn’t he listening to me? I told him, “Look, Acer is a terrible
knockoff brand that neither gets nor deserves any respect, and this chintzy,
shiny PC you’re showing me looks like something that was extruded from an
industrial robot’s rectum.”
No, of
course I didn’t really say that. I just said,
“I’m not really into Acers.” Even this seemed
to hurt the guy’s feelings and he only mumbled from this point forward, which
was fine, since he knew nothing that wasn’t printed on the little placards
stuck to the shelves (i.e., almost nothing at all).
Meanwhile, I
didn’t see any “SALE!” tags anywhere. This
amazed me. I thought the whole point of
Black Friday was creating a feeding frenzy, via steep discounts, that enabled a
merchant to make big-time money through volume, not margin. I really did say to the salesman, “I’m a
little surprised not to see more discounts.
I thought this would be a giant discount extravaganza.” He said, “Oh, lots of things are on sale … it’s just that the
original prices aren’t shown.” Well, no
wonder Best Buy is hurting! They don’t
know the first rule of merchandizing, which is to draw maximum attention to how
much the shopper will save. (Needless to
say, Best Buy also hasn’t grasped the second rule of merchandising, which is
that you should artificially inflate the price of everything just so you can
“discount” it without actually lowering margins.)
Now, as I
see it, every salesman’s job is to remove my self-doubt and convince me that
the product I’m looking at really is a good one, suits my needs, and is a good
value. The perfect pitch for the PC I
ended up buying would go something like this:
“Well, it’s a great piece of luck that your mom doesn’t need a touch
screen, because check out this little HP number over here. It’s a real thoroughbred, with an
industry-leading Intel i5 processor, gobs of RAM, an HD+ display, and
BeatsAudio—and yet for some reason they spec’d it without a touch-screen.” Here he would lower his voice a little and
lean in to give me the inside scoop: “It’s
crazy. I even talked to the distributor
and said, ‘How can they not put a touch-screen on such a sweet machine?’ He said, ‘I know, it’s killing us, it’s why
we had to price these bad boys at only $500.’
So yeah, they’re practically losing money on this model to begin
with. But you know how people are, they
gotta have their touch-screens, and so this model still wasn’t moving, which is
why we’re having to discount it another $100
today. For somebody who wants top
performance but doesn’t demand a touch-screen, well, this is a marriage in heaven!” BOOM—I’d be sold. But instead the guy said nothing. He just stood there, hopefully, like a
wallflower at a prom. It was almost
embarrassing.
Bryan and I
were discussing the merits of this laptop when an older couple happened to
decide on the same one, and asked the salesman to fetch one for them from the
warehouse. “Hey, you know what?” I said
to him. “Make that two of them.” The couple, who looked like the kind of rural
Oregonians whose kids call them “Ma” and “Pa,” looked at us in surprise. I said, “You guys look like you know what
you’re doing, so if this PC is good enough for you, well, it’s good enough for
me.” The woman demurred, saying, “Well,
my husband chose it, and he doesn’t know that
much,” but I think they were both pretty chuffed. See?
Wherever I go, I try to spread joy.
There was no
line at the point of sale. I asked the
cashier how sales were, and he said, “Been here since midnight.” I thought that was a pretty safe
response—upbeat, but noncommittal. But
it was pretty clear their Black Friday wasn’t going gangbusters.
How to reinvigorate Black Friday
Odd though
it might seem, I may just be the perfect person to provide a strategy for
making future Black Fridays more successful.
After all, it’s people like me who, by staying home, ruin
everything. I have a proposal that would
probably make a big difference.
My strategy
is based on sexism. If you think sexism
is a bad basis for anything, I hope you’re highly outspoken about the
ridiculous tradition of men watching football on Thanksgiving while the women
cook. Myself, I’m not bothered by it
because convincing people to buy a lot of crap they don’t need isn’t exactly a noble
enterprise to begin with.
So, where
men’s purchases are concerned, I think brick-and-mortar stores need to get away
from providing product information, period.
There’s just no way a low-paid clerk is going to compete with the vast
troves of information provided by e-commerce sites, available to shoppers via
their smartphones. Men do like to look
at products in person, and heft them, but that’s about all the extra info they
need. So don’t waste money on clerks who
can’t help with products that basically sell themselves. (Oddly, Best Buy actually hampered this
process, by locking down the configuration of their display computers so
shoppers like my brother and me couldn’t glean info about the PC from the PC
itself.)
Purveyors of
hi-tech stuff should take the money they save through these workforce
reductions and put it toward free manicures on Black Friday. That way, women will actually encourage their
men to take them shopping at places like Best Buy, and the men will have as
long as they want to play with the computers and such. And when it’s time for the man to spend more
than he and his significant other had agreed on, at least she’ll be in a good
mood. (And yes, he will be buying stuff for himself, as opposed to buying gifts like
he’s supposed to. This behavior is
established fact.)
The real
Black Friday players should be clothing stores; they have the edge over
e-commerce websites to begin with, since nobody buys clothing without petting
it first and trying it on. These stores should
run a one-day promotion where every men’s garment purchased automatically adds
value—say, 20% of the purchase amount—to a gift card that only his significant
other can use, and only on a later visit.
Why would
this be successful? Well, women normally
like to shop for clothes without their men around. That way they avoid his scrutiny—“What?! Eighty bucks for a t-shirt?!”—and don’t feel rushed.
Men, meanwhile, seldom shop for clothes at all, not just because clothes
are boring but because of the male’s deep-seated fear that he’ll get
disoriented and end up browsing in the women’s section by mistake. The gift card would incentivize women to take
their men clothing shopping for a
change. The man will be more confident
with his selection if she likes it, and once he’s bored he’ll readily buy
pretty much whatever she tells him to, just to get the whole thing over
with. Imagine a Black Friday where foot
traffic is not only increased, in these Cyber-Monday-proof environments, but
where purchases are consummated boldly and swiftly, with zero need for extra
salespeople.
I’m not just
guessing about all this! My own track
record proves this approach would work.
I’ve only been clothing shopping twice this year, and both times it was
at my wife’s urging. Both times, I
bought stuff on the sole basis of her liking it. Both times, I feel I greatly overpaid. In terms of the health of our economy, all
this is good news. After all, a defeat
for the likes of me is a big win for the Retail Industrial Complex!
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