Benjamin Franklin Style Decision Making

From the depths of my notebook comes a series of practical decisions that were of importance one year ago (February 23, 2013). They remain of importance today.

Question 1: Should I or should I not complete the MBA?

For Against
Additional exposure to business topics (marginal utility depends on remaining courses) Costs time and money to complete
More attractive candidate to big companies The degree may not be too useful if I go into business for myself
An additional degree Who fucking cares?

Question 2: What type of job should I look to find in the near term?

Brainstorming: Car sales

Within a couple of months of writing this, I ended up selling Mazdas for half a year.

Question 3: Should I join the military?

– What branch of the military to join?
– Enlisted or officer?

It emerged after a recent conversation with a Marine that the best way into the military for a degreed candidate would be OCS, and that the Marine Corps probably wouldn’t leverage my educational background as much as, say, the Navy. I was told to consider nuclear engineering for the Navy.

Other Decision-Making Tools

  • Multi-attribute optimization chart
  • Pugh method (Decision matrix method)

Butterfinger Super Bowl Ad (2014)

This Super Bowl advertisement stands out as being an example of what is wrong with couple’s therapy. It left me with a sense of unease, when I believe that the intended effect was to make the audience laugh. The characters are relatable, but painful to observe. The only selling point is the opportunity to laugh at poor, doughy Peanut Butter’s impotence.

Cast of Characters

Peanut Butter: middle-aged white male with a doughy face; Chocolate’s husband

Chocolate: white girl

Therapist: older white male, wearing glasses

Butterfinger: fit white male

Scene: A therapist’s office

Time: Present-day America

We are in the office of a couple’s therapist.

Camera opens on a white couple seated on a loveseat seated opposite

Therapist: So, tell me about your relationship

C: (exasperated) Well, we’re ..
PB: (interrupts) Perfectly –
C: (deflated) Peanut butter and chocolate
PB: Nut’ but’ and choco’!
C: (turns to face Peanut Butter) (mumbling while shaking her head) Don’t do that..
C: (jeering) He says, “when something’s good, why change it?”
PB: Exactly
C: (mockingly) Exactly
Therapist: (smiling and laughing) What if you were to try something different?
PB: (shaking head) No
C: Yes

Butterfinger enters from behind Therapist, beaming

C: (exclaiming gleefully) “Ah!”
C: (begins laughing happily)
Therapist: (enthusiastically) Yes, it’s Mr. Butterfinger!

Butterfinger shakes his hips and settles himself upon the couch between Peanut Butter and Chocolate

Chocolate is standing, facing away from Butterfinger, and falls into him still laughing

Butterfinger wraps his arms around Chocolate’s mid-section and sits her down upon his lap

PB: (smiling, though surprised) I’m sorry, what are we doing here?

Chocolate, who is now shrieking with delight, taps Peanut Butter’s face with the toe of her boot, gently at first, and then more firmly

Peanut Butter, still smiling, turns to face Butterfinger and Chocolate

Cut to computer animation of new Butterfinger peanut butter cups

Cut to Peanut Butter, smiling, giving back-massage to Butterfinger; teeth bared and glaring at Peanut Butter through the corner of his eye, giving a back-massage to a contented and smiling Chocolate.

Butterfinger: (growls incoherent, gutteral phrase while turning head back to face Peanut Butter)

Butterfinger’s scowl turns quickly to a smile, as Chocolate turns back to see what has happened, bright-eyed and happy

PB: (takes hands off from Butterfinger’s back and turns around, still smiling) Let’s go the other way.

Butterfinger: (turns to face Peanut Butter, continuing to massage Chocolate) Oh, I’m good.

Cut to Nestle logo and slogan.

Nestle: Good food, good life


I couldn’t help but to think how much more controversial this advertisement would have been had it been done in another number of ways. This take on the situation just leaves me disgusted.

What was wrong with the lovingly illustrated cartoon advertisements from the hand of Matt Groening?