Ever since I saw that movie "Crazy People" as a little girl with Dudley Moore, I always wondered why advertising wasn't more honest - I like that style, hence why I am now interested in buying a mysteriously stained mobile home from Mr. Robert Lee. I'm a no-nonsense kind of gal and I hate being BSed. If a product does not do what it says it will do, I, like most rational people, will certainly notice, and never buy that product or a product from that company or store again. But ads continue to promote the most bizarre images and ideas.
If the treacly and disturbing commercials displaying man's love for cell phones, iPods, and other electronic media was not enough to make you sick and sad for humanity - then the alcohol commercials are certain to make you weep. I mean, I get it, drinking can be fun. But those Smirnoff commercials with musicians donning Boy George attire while making atonal and arhythmic quasi-jazz-fusion music in a dirty subway makes me never want to see a bottle of Smirnoff lest it give me any inclination towards such horrible taste in music.
And what is up with the beer commercials that show people working out and then drinking lo-cal beer practically as soon as they get off the treadmill? Am I supposed to want to be that person? So desperate for slamming enormous quantities of beer after dehydration, and so unwilling to sacrifice my hot bod I'll pump myself full of crappy tasting, low calorie beer - and the commercial has me believe I'll actually feel GOOD about myself afterwards?
Dunno. Maybe I'm just not the target market. I mean, I am pregnant. I've not had a beer nor stepped on a treadmill in 6 months. Show me a pregnant lady in mismatched pajamas watching America's Next Top Model, nursing a headache while sitting on her couch eating your cookies - and I'm so there.
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