The girls and I were looking at upcoming movie ads in the paper one day, when one of them turned to me and said: “Now, mom, this movie here is supposed to be number one but here is another one and another one. How many movies exactly are number one this season?” Ha?

From the mouths of babes . . . although, please don’t let my daughters know I called them this way.

We went ahead to have a conversation about advertising and marketing and how misleading ads can be. Then, I sat down to write this.

How many number one movies can there be, how many “Best” cars or “Best ever?” whatever?

These days, I consider myself lucky, if the person I’m dealing with actually does what they said they were going to do. That is, without me having to call another two times and speak to another five people, in God knows what continent, before my problem is solved. Or, wasting my time, trying to outsmart a computer asking me questions, so I can speak to a living, breathing person who may or may not be able to help me.

It seems to me we’re so consumed with coming up with the jazziest way to say things, that we don’t bother to check whether, what we claim, is true. Why bother with the facts? As long as we sound smart, we’re OK.

Too many promises, too little results. Wouldn’t it be better if we spoke our truth and then invested our time and energy in fulfilling our promises and putting our efforts where our mouth is?

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