I saw a television commercial last night in which a young guy with a guitar was singing about how much he resented his wife and wished he'd never married her ... because of her bad credit score.
Furthermore, had he known her impropitious credit history up front, he sings, he would never have tied the knot.
But now he's stuck with this asshole loser of a wife and has to dwell within objectionable premises instead of the house he'd reasonably expected to occupy—four bedrooms, presumably, with granite counter tops, cherrywood cabinets, stainless-steel appliances, Mediterranean marble, and open floor plan—all on account of her crappy credit.
The whole point of this juvenile musical cautionary tale is to convince you and me to go to some Web site for the free credit reports capable of saving us from all the bitches and bastards in the world who would marry us without divulging unpaid cell-phone cancellation fees. Our disgruntled balladeer would be happily "batching it" today, he asserts, had he had access to such a service as this (as we now thank-God do).
Well, speaking as the father of five daughters, I wish he had had access to it. His wife's the one who got the shit end of the stick ("short end" being the sanitized form) from that superficial shit-heel.
This free-credit-report commercial troubles me, though, on a more fundamental level than troublesome credit scores:
Have we, as a society, or worse yet a species, reached the abominable point where we can sympathize with and be persuaded by the crybaby plaints of some shallow-wading simpleton who despises his brand new wife for something as fundamentally meaningless as her marginally blemished credit history?
As much as I hope not, I reckon we have. A commercial promoting reasoning as twisted as this, however comically cloaked, would seem to say so.
So score one for due diligence over tender understanding, abiding love, and a marriage of two hearts.
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I heard that they were being sued because they aren't completely free. And yes it is sad that we now follow a check list with whom we are going to marry. I think we should also be able to do free background checks on a soon to be spouse. Like Tina Turner says, what's love got to do with it!! Marriage now adays isn't like you and mom were so blessed with. Now I think I am going to go check my credit score :)
ReplyDeleteDude-Looks-Like-A-Lady, I think the very same thing(s) whenever I see that stoopid commersh. Also, I wonder if Fictional Wife heard Fictional Husband sing before she wed that BS....
ReplyDeleteThanks for your relevant comments. They are like elixir for my soul.
ReplyDeletewe've become a completely disposable, mentally crippled bunch of dodo-sapiens, as you've often observed. The jingle, while somewhat amusing, is a symbol of the kinds of things we've come to think are important. Today,credit scores are apparently more important that the ability to properly evaluate the depth of a relationship, or the true nature of committment. Credit scores can be fixed, usually improve, and many times are based on false information. I say leave his ass in the basement. It's where his brain is, and whoever their advertising agency is should take a second look at the messages they're sending.
ReplyDeleteExactly. I relish your input. Keep it coming. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHe's the same guy, out of the '80s, who believes he's entitled to a bigger house every time he gets a pay raise. No clue. NO CLUE! His "wife" did get the shit-end of the stick and with any luck, she's given it back to him, right where it came from.
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