Today a number of magazine editors (both male and female) in Cape Town received gifts from a fledgling publication looking for wider exposure (a poor choice of words, as you'll soon see). This is not unusual, of course, except that the magazine in question, intiem, is best described as a sex magazine for Afrikaans women (aged 25+), from a Christian perspective. So, in other words, it has a market of about three people.
One of the magazines for which I do work is a gardening and décor (etc) magazine, and the editor of that magazine was one of the recipients of the gift, which came (another poor choice of words) with a co-marketing suggestion that we should offer a free issue of the magazine to any of our readers interested in receiving it. The gift in question, which was made in China, is, believe it or not, a vibrator disguised (or styled?) as a daisy. Apparently it's suitable for the "home, office, or in the car"*.
The packaging gave no clue as to how this thing might work, as the design (of both the device and the packaging) is a cross between something that would appeal to a gardener (and therefore, I guess, it would be appropriate for our magazine's market) and something that would appeal to a child, so we opened it up to uncover its mysteries.
It uses three button cell batteries (thoughtfully included, as are three spares so, presumably, you won't run out of power in some sort of emergency), and you switch it on and off by turning the yellow part of the daisy. Let's just say it vibrates (much like a cellular phone does), and leave it at that.
I expect my day to end in a manner similar to the following:
"What did you do at work today, Mandy?"
"I handed my boss the batteries for her new vibrator."
Honestly, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.
*And, quite appropriately, one of the other recipients of the gift bag was the editor of a local-travel magazine.
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