I have to vent. First thing I did when I got home today from my day
job was play Howard Beale’s “Mad as Hell” rant from the movie
Network (1976). 35 years later it’s still a great speech. So what
set me off? This afternoon a coworker had a friend come into my
place of work with her counterfeit Louis Vuitton, Michael Kors,
Chanel, YSL handbags and fake Tiffany & Co. jewelry. The seller even
put together a catalog of all her counterfeits and knock-offs! How
did I know it was fake Tiffany’s? Easy. Even though it was clearly
embossed “Tiffany & Co.” and 925 it looked wrong. I say embossed
because I don’t know the process used to mark the pieces, but it was
almost as if it had been printed on. Not only that, but the heft was
wrong; I make chains, a lot of different kinds of chains, and this
did not feel right. Oh sure, it was probably silver plated and had a
nice finish on it, in fact so nice that it will probably never
tarnish, and all for $30. An actual Tiffany chain approximately the
same size and length would run about $850 according to their
website. Anyone from Tiffany’s on this forum? I’ll be happy to pass
the name of the seller onto you. Does Tiffany’s aggressively pursue
knock-offs? Why does this bother me? Because whether you are a mega
corporation or a drop in the ocean like me, it’s wrong.
One small ray of hope, after my encounter with the fakes today I
read that 150 domains were shut down in a probe of counterfeit
goods.
Guess where the sellers are located? You got it, China. And why did
I feel that I had to vent on Orchid? Because I believe in the honesty
and integrity I find here everyday regardless of the the differences
in opinions, and I damn well need to believe in something.
Howard Beale: I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody
knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or
scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks
are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are
running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to
know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit
to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s
while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen
homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s
supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They’re
crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go
out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living
in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us
alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my
steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’
Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t
want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot - I don’t want you to
write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to
write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation
and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that
first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING,
God damn it! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want
all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right
now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want
you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and
stick your head out and yell - ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going
to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve
gotta get mad!.. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not
going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about
the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up
out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell,
and say it: “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS
ANYMORE!”
Priscilla Fritsch
Atlanta, GA