On selling cleaner bodies…

3X CLEANGUARANTEED

That’s what the container of Old Spice brand High Endurance Body Wash in the basket suction-cupped to the wall of my shower is shouting at me every morning. Oddly enough, this bottle has been there for weeks, staring me down each time I shower, and I never noticed its bold and delightfully confusing promise until today. Apparently this particular brand of chemically-engineered, perfumed gel-like substance will cause me to be three times (3 times!) cleaner than…well, than something. The bottle doesn’t bother to specify, but I can only assume that before starting to use Old Spice brand High Endurance Body Wash, I was only one third as clean as I am now, probably wandering around, smelling up the world and generally grossing people out.

This morning when I discovered that I was now beginning each day with thisBw_sm  tremendous strategic advantage over the rest of the disgusting, unwashed vagabonds I interact with every day who use some other kind of body wash or, heaven forbid, bar soap, I was reminded of something Amy and I noticed yesterday morning on our way to gather with our little community of unwashed vagabonds (where we probably don’t get anyone three times cleaner than they’d get at other churches, and where we certainly don’t guarantee anything like that). Anyway, as we drove up the avenue named after our current president’s paternal father person, Amy chuckled as she gazed out the window on her side of the car. I glanced over and immediately knew what she’d seen, because I see it almost every day on my way to work. It’s a sign that says this:

Hillel Foundation

The Friendliest Jewish Student Center in the Nation

I’m not sure why that always strikes me as funny, but knowing that it was funny to Amy gave me a little more reason to doubt my own insanity. Now listen, I have nothing against the nice folks in the world who adhere to Judaism [A phrase
which almost always indicates that one does, indeed, have something against the
person or group of people to whom s/he is referring, but which does not
indicate such here for this reason – I don’t know many Jewish people and,
beyond the obvious, I confess to knowing very little about Jewish religion and
culture. If anything, I’m igno-Semitic, but certainly not anti-Semitic. If Jews
run the media and the global economy the way all the paranoid bigots think they
do, I’m none the wiser.] Anyway, as I was saying, I’m all for Jewish Aggies
having a nice place to gather, worship, and enjoy one another’s company. And,
for all I know, this could really be the friendliest Jewish Student Center in
the Nation. I’m just wondering how they know and, moreover, why they feel
compelled to market themselves against other Jewish Student Centers in other
locales. I mean, why not a slogan like, “The Friendliest Religiously-Oriented
Student Center at Texas A&M” or something of the like? What sort of
competitive advantage do they gain by telling Jewish students (who, as far as I
can tell, have no other designatedly-Jewish place to hang out in this community
of gentiles) that This Jewish Student Center is Better Than the Jewish Student
Center at that God-Forsaken university in Austin.

Part of my curiosity is probably rooted in the fact that I just didn’t
realize other religious tribes had entered the murky waters of theistic
marketing that we professing Christians have become so comfortable in. We have
a new non-denominational church in town that recently held its grand opening.
They mailed out fliers to everyone in town that, between production and
postage, certainly cost them several thousand dollars. The fliers, despite
several glaring grammatical errors that made me crazy, were colorful and laded
with stock photos of lots of handsome folks of varying ethnicities, most of
whom have likely never been to Texas or spent any time thinking about whether
people in Texas should attend a new church with exciting worship and relevant
teaching about how to have better families and manage their money better
and….anyway. I guess this is all considered reasonable and necessary these
days, but surely we can come up with some real photos of real people who really
go to your church. I’m terribly tempted to walk into the church, flier in hand,
and ask to meet the nice elderly black couple in the picture. Anyway, we have
another church in town that just started a fifteen minute service on Sunday
mornings for “busy people on the go!” Handy. I’m getting off track.

I’m not angry at any of these folks; I just confess I no longer understand
the desire for those of us who identify ourselves as participants in God’s
Kingdom to put flashy labels on our bottles. What sort of pressure do we feel
to grab our share of the market? Why does the Hillel Foundation need to be the
Friendliest in the Nation to be attractive to its constituency or be confident
in its identity (both bad assumptions about motive, I’m sure)? Why do our
churches invest so much time, money, and identity in developing pretty packages
with labels promising things we can’t guarantee to people who generally don’t
think they need what we’re selling?

I mean, until Old Spice brand High Endurance Body Wash told me it was
already getting me three times cleaner than ______, I hadn’t felt a burning
urge to find a way to be three times cleaner than I was. And, let’s be honest,
there’s no one who works for Old Spice brand High Endurance Body Wash (or its
parent company, the devil worshipping Procter & Gamble) who has the
wherewithal to investigate whether or not I am, indeed, three times cleaner
than when I use my normal routine of Lever 2000 Pure Rain (which, I assume, is
made from lye and, well, pure rain collected somewhere beyond the acidic skies
of the U.S.), so that guarantee probably isn’t worth the manufactured plastic
it’s printed on. And, frankly, by the end of the day, the Old Spice smell is
long gone and I’m no cleaner than the rest of you hosers coated in soap scum.
I’m not sure our churches, by and large, are doing much better than the body
wash people. We’re generally trying to convince people that we can give them
something they’re not really looking for, only to offer more perfume than
power.

Or something like that. It made sense in my head.

[My apologies to the local Hillel Foundation for dragging them into my
musings about gentile religious silliness. I’m confident it’s full of
exceptionally friendly people, and I hope our paths cross sooner or later.]

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6 thoughts on “On selling cleaner bodies…

  1. 1) You’re not crazy, but according to some people a crazy man wrote that.
    1.1) It might just be the friendliest Jewish student center…after all, it is in Texas.
    Power to the kosher peeps

  2. Jews are fun folks and INCREDIBLY friendly. I mean, didn’t you see the fair treatment the invading aliens received in Spielberg’s “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”? HE WROTE THEM A WELCOME SONG FOR GOD’S SAKE! A pompous Aryan director would never make the same efforts(see Emmerick’s Independence Day). I believe their suffering as a people group for, you know, millenia, has given them a certain sympathy for the down-trodden and I for one applaud JEWS EVERYWHERE for being the FRIENDLIEST darn folks around.

  3. Also, I know those guys over there at the soon-to-be-mega-church that does the flyers. I know all three of their staff guys by some VERY odd coincidence. They are good folks who love God and people; they are just doing the deal the best they know how. I know that you and I scratch our heads (perhaps it’s the body wash) at their crazy antics and their contamination of the Kingdom with American business practices — but I find it increasingly difficult to go after folks who do as they’ve been instructed to do by a religious system that says “this is how you do church today”. They’ve sat in classes and read books that say “this is the way, walk ye in it”. The best I can do is saddle up next to them, love ’em, and speak as truthfully as I can. Don’t get me wrong, it is as disgusting for me as it is for everyone who looks on with jaws dropped and brows furrowed– but “they will know us by our love” haunts the hell out of this soul of mine. I can’t knowingly do violence to this Body in which I am apart or bitch slap the Lord’s Bride — He won’t smile on that, I don’t think.

  4. Good thoughts, Mark. I’m not against you, and I hope I haven’t been cruel or condemning toward people in my commments. I think I’m more interested in asking the kinds of questions I asked than I am in throwing out wholesale condemnation theses days, though I can certainly be guilty of the latter in less redeeming moments. I’ve been a part of a church plant much like the one I refer to, and I value that experience and love those people. I’m not even opposed to public messaging, per se. There’s just a way of doing things that I’m increasingly uncomfortable with, and I wonder how we can lovingly poke around the assumptions, motives, and behaviors that we’ve taken on to help each other live more fully as partakers of the Kingdom. Even though I think there’s a place for talking honestly about the absurdity of some of what we do (and I do mean we), I’m more interested all the time in how we can communicate, love, and affirm one another across divides of theology, lifestyle, and practice.

  5. Good words by both Fad and Ace (no, twas not too over the top, amigo).
    I would like to throw in that the boys at P&G would absolutely NOT have used that 3X terminology without it meaning SOMETHING. I happen to know a big, big boy on the Old Spice line (his name is Chris Heirert), and I will ask him about this stupidity. I can’t stand when I see things like “GUARANTEED!” on a product label. What does that mean? Guaranteed–or what? What’s the guarantee?

  6. Yes, I am quite interested in this little investigation. My sincere hope is that the guarantee means this:
    If independent inspectors do not determine that you are, three times as clean as _____ (a monkey?), the nice folks at Old Spice brand High Endurance Body Wash will come to your home and meticulously scrub you until you are “3X CLEAN.” Now that, friends, would be a guarantee.

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