NSFW: Cherchez la fame ? or why the media's obsession with Twitter campaigns will make customer service smell French
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Sunday, February 28, 2010; 4:10 AM
Time was, companies knew how to keep track of their important customers.First, they set up loyalty programs: computerised systems that tracked the monetary value of everyone who shopped in their stores or flew on their planes or ate at their restaurant. When a high spender made a booking, the company was alerted to their status and they were treated accordingly. Frequent fliers got upgrades and champagne, frequent diners got a visit from the chef at their table ¿ that kind of thing. Anything to ensure that the money kept flowing.And then there was the other way of measuring worth: celebrity. It was understood that if you were (in order of importance) in movies, or on television or a journalist with a significant audience then you would get special treatment too, often for free. Brad Pitt doesn't have to mingle with the plebs in the American Airlines lounge, Courteney Cox doesn't wait in line at the bank, and the New York Times restaurant critic never has to wait a month for a table at Le Bernardin. If you're a business, all of this makes perfect sense: high paying customers are the ones who keep you in business, and celebrities are the ones who guarantee positive mentions in the press. No one messes with Oprah.And for decades the system worked.Sure, the rest of us often found ourselves treated like crap but what were we going to do about it? Write a letter to the company's complaints department? Write a furious blog post? Post a negative review on Yelp? Ooooh ¿ scary! The fact is that, even with Google making it easier than ever to find negative reviews, most large companies couldn't care less about individual complaints. The average customer simply didn't have the value, the cachet or the audience to cause more than the tiniest PR blip. A $10 gift certificate and a form letter from the head of customer services was enough to make everything better.Frankly, I had absolutely no problem with this system. In fact it suited me just fine. For a start, I'm a journalist, so people are generally nice to me. But more importantly I'm a Brit and, as such, any reminder of our old class system ¿ hereditary peers making the rules and peasants knowing their place ¿ makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. None of your Thomas Jefferson 'we hold these truths to be self-evident' colonial bullshit.So can imagine how horrified I was when I picked up a newspaper and realised that something was starting to go very wrong with the established order of things.Two weeks ago, Kevin Smith ¿ the film maker who brought the world Clerks, Chasing Amy and the character of Silent Bob ¿ was flying from Oakland to Burbank on Southwest Airlines. Smith, as fans will know, is a big guy to the point where he frequently books two seats when he flies. On this occasion though, there was only one seat available on his flight, so he booked that. Which is where the problems started.Despite having checked Smith in and allowed him to board, the Southwest flight crew suddenly decided ¿ just before takeoff ¿ that he was (in his words) 'too fat to fly'. In front of hundreds of passengers they escorted him off the flight. None of the crew realised he was a celebrity ¿ he's really only famous to stoners and people who have watched Die Hard 4 ¿ so to them he was just a fat dude who needed to be dealt with.In response to his treatment, Smith did what you'd do, and what I'd do: he Tweeted about it. Not once, but a billion times.Dear @SouthwestAir ? I know I?m fat, but was Captain Leysath really justified in throwing me off a flight for which I was already seated?Wanna tell me I?m too wide for the sky? Totally cool. But fair warning, folks: IF YOU LOOK LIKE ME, YOU MAY BE EJECTED FROM @SOUTHWESTAIR.So, @SouthwestAir, go fuck yourself. I broke no regulation, offered no ?safety risk? (what, was I gonna roll on a fellow passenger?). I was..wrongly ejected from the flightThank God I don?t..embarrass easily (bless you, JERSEY GIRL training). But I don?t sulk off either: so everyday, some new fuck-you Tweets for @SouthwestAir.¿and on and on, to his 1.6m + Twitter followers, many of whom of course retweeted each and every message. But it didn't stop there: before long, a host of major news sources had picked up the story ¿ including many who would never normally write about a cult film maker getting bumped from a flight. The LA Times headline summed up the angle most of them took: Kevin Smith's Southwest Airlines incident sets Web all a-Twitter.And that's when I realised something interesting, and terrifying: Smith's involvement wasn't the reason the story was deemed newsworthy; Twitter's was.Don't believe me? The following week, across the pond and at the other end of the follower spectrum, my friend Robert Loch, founder of the Yes And Club, started his own Twitter fight. His target: One Alfred Place ¿ a members' club in London that offers work space for entrepreneurs. The club has recently brought in a new CEO to revitalise its fortunes and her first act was to start axing members who were using facilities too frequently. One of those members happened to mention to her friend Robert that she'd been booted, prompting him to go into battle on her behalf ¿ writing a scathing blog post about the club and tweeting the URL¿My thoughts on One Alfred Place's appalling treatment of its members. http:/