دخول الحمام ماشي بحال خروجو

I have to say it: “the Marketer’s eye” virus is invading me, and I can never withdraw.
Everything I experience gets directly to my brain cells to flash that a marketing issue is behind. I feel like marketing has become my language, or my brain’s language. It’s all like drugs, once you start you will never stop easily.

 Scene 1: At the gym
Women in my city are now storming gyms hugely. While I used to be exercising with a very small group for years, since the start of 2019 I can never find an empty place. It sucks, but it’s beautiful! Thanks to sports marketing.

Scene 2: At home
I always have a daily long argue with mom. Today, she chose my hair as a subject. I never want my hair to get properly long as “women must do”, or “20 years old ladies must do”. The feminine figure of long silk black hair is my mom’s “hair philosophy”; and it’s all because of ads. Marketing, again…

Scene 3: At school
Our Professor told us proudly last time that something he couldn’t define, pushed him not to buy his favorite car: the brand. As he said “it was too feminine”… Well, even our Professor got driven by Marketer’s play fare. It’s all about marketing again...

The Marketing analysis is getting crazy in my head, and this makes me think of a Moroccan proverb: “ دخول الحمام ماشي بحال خروجو ».