Gay And An Object Of Desire!

You may recall my recent frustration with Nielson Ratings corp. They tried very hard to recruit me into there army of raters. I do not watch TV. I only listen to the radio, and I have no desire to surrender my privacy, in any account, to their electronic surveillance gizmo. I thought that I conveyed this to them via multiple phone calls which they placed to follow up on the cash that they sent me in the quest to buy my information back in May.

Then on Thursday I received another goddamn packet from them with two more crisp $5 bills in it! Jesus Christ, already! I tore out the money--I'm not that stupid--and then tossed the rest of it. I anticipated another phone call. WRONG!

Knock on the door this afternoon, and there stands Steve with a gift basket and wanting to follow up on my recent letter from Nielson. I acknowledged that I had received it and told him that it really pissed me off. I then explain why. And he said, well, Nielson has an auditor that grades them on the depth of their demographic data base. Once they discover a person who participates in polls and fits a needed weakness in any demographic sub-group, they can be aggressive in their campaign to recruit them. OOOHHH.....now, I get it. They need more gay men to use to disaggregate their data. He didn't say that, but as he explained the situation to me, he purposefully glanced at my rainbow flag hanging below my American flag over my front door--and I think I can safely assume that Nielson already has enough Americans in there data ranks!

Needless-to-say, I didn't change my position. My homosexual radio listening habits are both boring and NOT for sail. This after he offered me another $200 to reconsider. Ultimately, He gave me his card and promised to pass on my desire to end what is becoming mild harassment (and a petty cash drain on Nielson, I should think) in regards to me. And I didn't get the gift basket!