Friday, October 14, 2016

We're all boneheads



Ken Bone, the sweet faced, red-sweatered father from Belleville, IL has captured my heart – and the hearts of many – after asking a question at Sunday night’s debate. I didn’t notice him at first (his serene demeanor was not remarkable), but his internet stardom caused me to take a closer look at the guy who describes himself as “friendly” and “huggable.” 

Ken Bone is a regular guy, hardly an ordinary claim to fame. But this is not an ordinary time in American politics. This soft-spoken mustachioed Midwesterner symbolizes the bewilderment of everyday Americans as they contemplate this presidential race. Media coverage of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump has transformed these super-famous candidates into grotesque caricatures; vessels of lies, scandals and gross ambition. Thus, Ken Bone’s ordinary question turned him into the extraordinary -  the man who won the 2nd presidential debate,” an “internet phenomenon” and a “hero.”

Ken Bone plays this role perfectly. He’s honest to a fault (why did he wear that red sweater?), funny (watch him on Jimmy Kimmel) and incredibly relatable (there is no press corps and no private jet; he waits in line at the DMV and has Homer Simpson as his computer background). 

His reaction to his meteoric rise (and criticism) is endearing. He has a Twitter account that he started on Sunday. He follows 46 people and has 1 like. He has over 240,000 followers but during an interview with CNN, clarified that his grandmother accounts for two of these followers. She had to create a new account when she forgot her password.


You can see Carol Costello struggling to keep a straight face; she calls Ken “refreshingly honest.” He is the antithesis of our presidential candidates and this has made him enormously popular. 

Ken’s rise has been driven by people on social media. In less than a week, he’s gone from a nobody to a somebody with a cult following. He is the subject of numerous tweets and memes (check out best of here); two Halloween costumes (there’s a sexy version of everything), and a song that is now on iTunes and Spotify. He fielded a $100,000 offer from CamSoda (an adult website), inspired merchandise (check out this “Feel the Bone” sweatshirt on Etsy), and discussed endorsement deals (hopefully for mustache wax). Ken Bone’s ripped olive suit inspired a two GoFundMe accounts, and his Izod red sweater sold out multiple times on Amazon. One satisfied customer raved “This cable knit sweater paired with a white oxford is the perfect combo when staring down fascism. The only thing you'll be grabbing while wearing this sweater is the hearts of all Americans. Runs a little small.” Ken Bone has a limited-edition Obama-esque T-shirt and made his first endorsement deal with uberSELECT (he’s being paid in free rides). He’s also now in trouble with the FTC for making said endorsement on Twitter without required legal language.

Megan Garber of the Atlantic sums up the whirlwind: “In the space of a few days, Ken Bone has gone from a man, to a meme, to a celebrity, to a … brand. Or, more specifically, a #brand."

Along the way, he became a social media phenomenon (man, meme, and celebrity) that forced legacy media to stop and take notice. Social media gave birth to this story and traditional media report it as news. How meta.   

Ken Bone represents a certain idea of America: a white, overweight, Midwesterner, working to get by, with a wife and kids, trying to figure out his place in this mess that we call a presidential campaign. His appearance at the debate solidified this status: he has a fantastic name; he wore white tie and red sweater (chosen for him by his wife after a wardrobe malfunction that few would admit to, let alone chuckle about on national television); he is slightly balding with a mustache and dorky glasses; he has a lisp; and he took pictures with a disposable camera – “a ‘90s-tastic disposable camera.” Ken’s earnestness in asking his question and authentic search for a candidate he can support, embodies a political innocence that we wish we had. After months of mud-slinging, we’re exhausted and jaded. Ken Bone isn’t.

He’s a huggable symbol of our anxieties about politics. We want to coddle him and return to that childish sense of wonder. That’s why we love him.

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