A CLOSING WORD ON OPENINGS

By Allan R. Andrews
Managing Editor, Pacific Stars and Stripes, Tokyo, Japan.

Originally published, Sunday, May 5, 1996.


I have a gripe with the CD, cassette and video tape manufacturers of the world.

Ever notice how easy it has become to open a pack of cigarettes? A pull on a tab and the cellophane's gone; a finger under the easy foil and two gentle rips; a tap of the pack against the fingers, and another lung destroyer goes to work. Convenient flip-top boxes have made the process even easier.

I haven t timed it, but my guess is the average smoker can open a fresh pack of cigarettes in under 10 seconds.

Contrast that with attempting to open a new video cassette tape or CD.

With most, there is no pull-tab leading to easy removal of the outer cellophane. If such a tab is marked, usually with the words pull here, the arrow indicating the tab is pointing to some smooth space were no such tab exists.

CD manufacturers have compounded the problem by adding a strong, sticky, almost indestructible sealing band to lock the CD box.

Again I m guessing, but opening a new CD probably takes an average of five minutes. Which means someone with a collection of 500 CDs has given up almost two days of his life simply removing wrappings to enjoy his purchases. (It s still safer than opening cigarette packs, I know, but isn t the entrapment of musical pleasure in a shrink-wrapped prison some sort of crime like false arrest or promoting violence in public places?)

The message I m getting here is that manufacturers want to make it easy for me to smoke but hard for me to enjoy my favorite music.

I understand there are times when opening a small package should be tricky if not difficult.


Child-proof medicine bottles show some genius at work, either with twist-to-the-arrow press tops or those push-down-and-turn puzzlers that force one s hands into unnatural movements.

I favor such safeguards. One day when my oldest boy was a toddler I found him sitting in the middle of the living room surrounded by toys but playing with an open bottle of aspirin.

There was no way I could tell how many, if any, of the little pills he had devoured.

Calmly, I called the local poison center and explained to a nurse on the other end what I d discovered. Equally calmly, he told me to watch the child very carefully for the next two to three hours and to rush him to an emergency ward the minute he showed any signs of slipping into sleep or began vomiting and convulsing.

He reassured me by suggesting the boy -- he checked my son s age and body weight -- probably would have had to devour the entire bottle to have a serious reaction. I remained apprehensive.


Nothing came of the incident. I can only assume my son ate none or few of the pills, but the anxious hours I spent with him that day convinced me that child-proof medicine bottles were worth every extra cent that goes into their development and use.

Sometimes, I ve heard, the genius gets ahead of itself and invents child-proof contraptions that befuddle elderly folks but can be opened by a toddler in seconds. Such are the marvels of science.

Milk and juice cartons provide another example of inventive genius at work -- or perhaps run amuck.

Is there a person alive who hasn t forgotten to look for the open-this-side instruction on a milk carton and spent the next five minutes in a frustrating exercise of pull-and-squeeze-together attempts to open a tiny crevise in the waxed and glued cardboard?

I find occasionally even the correct side of a milk carton top simply will not yield to my squeezes and tugs (for some reason, this seems to happen more frequently with drinks purchased from restaurants, especially the fast-food palaces). When finally opened, the carton looks as if some wild animal had been chewing on the top and the milk or juice pours from the frayed spout in five or six directions.

Somewhere in the bowels of American corporate and industrial life, there is a cadre of geniuses at work devising ways to make easy-open containers. They have created clever, user-friendly openings, but sometimes appear to have been asleep in customer-convenience class.

The can-opener and the corkscrew stand as mute metal testimony to the genius of the human mind when it faces the problem of opening things.

The evolution of the pop-top on beer and soft drink cans is proof positive that someone is out there in manufacturing land thinking about how to make products easier for consumers to consume.

Child-proof medicine bottles and packaging no doubt have prevented many poisonings. Alas, easy cigarette packs have encouraged many early deaths.

The new plastic bottles that contain everything from spring water to cheap wine open easily with break-away twist tops and easy pull-at-the-arrows protective coverings.

I even admit that the problem with milk and juice cartons is probably a one-in-a-hundred difficulty. Generally, the tear-and-squeeze operation works with the smoothness of abracadabra, and the carton miraculously gapes open in seconds.

However, each time I purchase a CD, a cassette tape or a new video tape, I begin a primitive scratching and picking ritual that typically leaves me cursing and reaching for a sharp, pointed instrument that can be wedged under the sealed end of the plastic wrap.

Of course, once a breakthrough comes and the opening process is begun, the cellophane, taking its energy from the static electricity I ve created by rubbing and pressing the cassette eight zillion times, clings to my fingers, my clothing, or the CD container and absolutely refuses to enter the trash can.

It s bad enough that cassettes in music stores have to be packaged in security frames that open only with the clerk s special tool, but let s face it, once I ve paid for the CD and not shoplifted it from the store, I shouldn't have to resort to burglarious tools to get the disk out of its case.

As reluctant as I am to say this, I think I have to recommend that CD and cassette manufacturers seek some guidance from the tobacco industry concerning getting the product into the consumer s system as quickly as possible.

I m not looking for CDs in a flip-top carton; a simple strip that easily opens the cellophane wrapping will suffice.

Short of this, I will urge the Surgeon General to place a message on all CD and cassette tapes: Warning, opening this package could be hazardous to your emotional well-being.


EDITORS NOTE: Shortly after publishing this column, I purchased a CD, a bluegrass item featuring Ricky Skaggs. The package had a pull tab for easy opening. I will forever associate the easy opening of CDs with Skaggs.

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