Boredom and Corporate Power

Who’s Boring Now?

The Corporate Capture of our Fight Against Boredom

Nelson Reed

October 26, 2024

On November 22, 1984, the 58th Annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade appeared to go off without a hitch. NBC viewers watched hosts Bryant Gumbel, Stepfanie Kramer, and Pat Sajak introduce Snoopy, Underdog, and Garfield as they floated down Broadway. 

According to one press release, however, the parade was not what it seemed. It was, in fact, a big hoax:

“The Boring Institute has carefully reviewed and researched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade,” the statement read, “and has concluded it is a video tape.”

The Boring Institute was not real, or not yet. Alan Caruba, a freelance writer in his 30s, made it up while watching the parade on TV and sent the press release as a joke. He was sick of the parade’s predictability. 

“We all know what balloons we’re going to see,” he said. “We all know what bands we’re going to see. Santa Claus must be a Macy’s employee. He’s there every year.”

Apparently, he was not the only disillusioned viewer. After Caruba sent out the initial statement, the phone in his childhood home in Maplewood, NJ, where he had set up Boring Institute HQ, started ringing and would not stop until the institute had made it big. 

He began to put out lists of the year’s most boring films, acting performances, and celebrities. “Rhinestone” was 1984’s most boring movie, Steve Martin (“All of Me”) won most boring male lead, and Amy Irving (“Yentl”) took most boring female lead.

The public reaction to Caruba’s stunts, the New York Times reported, was “feverish.”

He has appeared on “Entertainment Tonight,” the Cable News Network, British television and daytime talk shows in several major cities. In December he did 200 interviews with radio announcers, some as far away as the Netherlands and Australia. Why all the fuss? Because his lists… are tailor-made for mass consumption. 

Caruba told listeners around the world that boredom was dangerous. Neither a psychologist nor a sociologist, he nevertheless sought to link boredom with substance abuse, crime, suicide, and low workplace productivity. The media stuntman became social commentator, believing he had identified in boredom “the country’s most ignored but prevalent malady.” 

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade—Paradegate—might have been a joke. But this was serious. Caruba, the Times concluded, was “bent on obliterating boredom.”

In his crusade, the Boring Institute founder was as much salesman as advocate. He churned out anti-boredom content, including a book, Boring Stuff: How To Spot It and How To Avoid It ($5.95 then, $22.99 now), and a poster, “25 Ways To Avoid Boredom” ($2.50 then, priceless unfindable now). 

Caruba had discovered that boredom, and the fight against it, was itself “tailor-made for mass consumption.” 

He wasn’t the first to cash in on boredom, and he wouldn’t be the last. Corporations do it all the time. This article considers a corporate takeover of boredom. It throws historical, psychological, and sociological perspectives on boredom up against a wall of boredom-centric advertising. 

Across monks, philosophers, trail runners, and banks, three narratives come to the surface: First, boredom is bad. Second, boredom is individual. Third, boredom is equal.

These mythic strains, it turns out, help corporate entities weaponize boredom. Boredom has become an effective means to manipulate consumers and maintain existing power structures. It keeps Snoopy et al. afloat, Boring Institute be damned.