I hate the Arby’s commercial where the construction guys sit impassive while beautiful women walk by. Then, a fat bald guy slorping a drink and carrying an Arby’s bag comes into view. In slow-motion, accompanied by WOWZA music. The workers hoot and cheer and make gimmee-gimmee motions.
This annoys me on so many levels.
That they think it’s clever because no real man would think a man is hot
The man isn’t hot and I’m icked out by the slo-mo wowza music thing
Women are not as desirable as food / women are equated with food
All construction workers hoot.
Probably other reasons I can’t even identify.
Also – there is a car dealership here called Toyota On Nicholasville. Nicholasville is a nearby town, but this dealership is on Nicholasville Road. Anyway, the theme song is TOYOTA ON NICHOLASVILLE: WHERE PRICE SELLS CARS sung at high-volume in a strained, Michael Bolton kind of way. I will never, EVER buy a car from them. Plus, I hate the motto. I don’t care if “price sells cars.” I don’t care if you make your sales quota. And I don’t believe your prices are better than anyone else’s. And I hate you.
That toenail gremlin makes me ill in a way no other thing I’ve ever seen on television has.
I don’t see many commercials anymore now that I have TiVo. I don’t miss them, either.
For those who fear the Snuggle Bear and Poppin’ Fresh, do you remember the ads from a few years back where the anthropomorphic cartoon sun from the side of a Sunny Delight-esque product comes to life and starts cheerfully addressing a mom and her kids? They freak out, start screaming, and try to flee the house. I think at one point the mom tries to leap over the sofa, doesn’t quite make it, and yells to the children, “Run! Save yourselves!” Hilarious commercial, playing on all the really stupid ones where everyone reacts normally to cartoon mascots, but to this day I have no idea what product the commercial was actually selling.
An entire box? Doesn’t that seem a smidge much? (I’m not being snippy, I’m genuinely curious). I mean, I usually have 3 or 4 floating around my book bag, but an entire box? How on earth do you have the room?
Salary paid for the original Mastercard “Priceless” campaign concept: $30,000.
Profits made over the next 10 years on said campaign: $12 Bazillion
Number of corporate assholes making a mint on a 10-year-old idea: 100
A boycott off Mastercard until they REMOVE THOSE HORRID COMMERCIALS FROM THE AIR: Priceless.
Also, the “Are YOU HUNGRY!?” lady can choke on her hair net. Not only have I refused to purchase Honey Bunches of Oats based on the commercials, I won’t buy any POST cereal at all.
Yes, that’s how much I hate that commercial. So there. Nyeh.
Oh, I thought of another one. I wouldn’t say this type of commercial is “ineffective”, but annoyingly unrealistic.
You know the type, the laundry detergent commercials where there is a stereotypical WASP mother and her cute lil’ girl in tow. Cute lil’ girl gets something like chocolate or grape juice on her crisp white shirt. Here’s where the major flaw comes in, in the mother’s reaction:
TV Mom: Gives Cute Lil’ Girl an “Oh, you little rascal” smile, and shakes her head a bit. Time-elapse shows shirt being washed and stain-removing action. Shirt comes out white as snow. TV Mom smiles at CLG and CLG smiles back, and is once more eating ice cream/drinking juice and everything is frickin’ perfect.
Real Mom: “Look at you! You got grape juice all over your NEW SHIRT! That is never going to come out! Didn’t I tell you to be careful not to stain it? Didn’t I??” Real Mom throws shirt in wash with supposedly fabulous new detergent. Shirt comes out with permanent ghostly purple stain.
Personally, I had a small gas station sized box of tampons in my bag for awhile - it holds only like five or six. That way they didn’t get ripped up by all the other junk I threw in there. The box itself is probably the size of two packs of cigarettes so it doesn’t take up lots of room.
It’s only got 8 tampons in it, but more to the point, the box itself is much smaller even than a cigarette packet (it’s maybe a smidge less than half the size of a normal 25s pack of cigaretts). Given that I carry an industrial-size backpack that’s easily large enough to hold a couple of phone books, the size taken up by my little pink tampon box is negligible. Given the rarity and irregularity of my menses, I find it’s just easier to have the whole box, in case I have an emergency day, than to only carry one or two and then not be able to have any if I need it.
Ooo! Ooo! I thought of another one I hate. It’s for that children’s “Ensure” type liquid. They’re marketing to mothers who are desperately worried their child isn’t getting enough nutrients because they’re so picky. Hence the commercial of the mom in the grocery store saying, “we need broccoli” and the CLG saying, “I don’t LIKE broccoli.” Mom says they need some other nutritious food; CLG opining that she doesn’t like it.
This makes me furious, again for several reasons:
The aforementioned guilt trip on moms worried their CLG isn’t getting the proper nutrition. (Hint to mothers: Buy nutritious food. Put it in front of them. Lather, rinse repeat until age 18.)
Mother lets CLG whine in store (and we have to listen to it) and, because CLG gave her the puppy-dog eyes, goes and buys the liquid crap.
The liquid crap was originally manufactured for TUBE FEEDINGS. That is, for unconscious people who couldn’t eat and had to have tubes surgically implanted into their stomaches in order to be fed! They’re not for OVERFED AMERICAN CHILDREN.
American children are overweight and overfed and do not need supplimental nutrition.
<pant pant pant> These commercials make me want to scream.
There’s one for a dish detergent featuring the mother in law from “Everybody Loves Raymond.” She looks at the casserole dish that the 20-something is about to clean and rather snidely says, “I see you cooked grease for dinner…” I wish I was there so I could answer,“Yeah but we’re havin’ deep-slapped bitch for dessert.”
I agree about the honey bunches of whatever commercial. It’s not just the “are you HON-GREE?” lady. I also get anoyed by the one who compares the “Crunch” parts with the “Crisp” Parts.
Accompanying Snuggle in the commercial Axis of Evil is Joy dishwashing liquid’s Droppy, who sneaks into the kitchen and consorts with a woman even as her hubby is in the next room. Yeah, let’s encourage this “world-class charmer” to cuckold as many guys as possible…
Ah-ha, a communications breakdown I dunno if you’d get similar packaging over there, but over here most tampons will come in a two-box ‘set’. That is one packet will have two small boxes, each of which carries 8-12 tampons depending on size. Much handier for shoving into the bag for work/school than a whole big box of 20 or so.
There’s a commercial on here for a detergent, probably, where some lady is shopping, and two other ladies come up to her and say things like, “Like some strawberries?” “Like some chocolate?” and grind it into her shirt. Hello, assault and battery charges! And then the lady is standing there in the borrowed t-shirt while her shirt is being washed. Oy vey. THis is so wrong on so many levels.
I don’t know if you 'Murkins get the same McCain’s commercials that we get, but they are pretty much the lamest campaigns on tv. I think McCain’s are the ones responsible for pretending that people can’t tell the difference between fresh and frozen pizza. :rolleyes:
There’s another commercial like the Arby’s one you’re mentioning for TGIFridays or something along those lines. Three guys sitting at a table, three hot-looking chicks, boom-chicka music and then the three waiters bringing three plates of food (seriously, where have you ever seen three waiters at one table before?).
Also, in regards to the toenail gremlins: They’re disgusting, yes, but not quite as bad as the giant phlegm balls in the Mucinex commercials.
Huh. I actually find the Snuggles bear a little comforting, as disturbing as that sounds (even to me, now that I stop and think about it). I had a small plush one when I was a kid, and it went everywhere with me up until I was seven or eight.
At first, I thought the Enzyte commercials were tacky, but then I came to see them as kitschy and now I miss them.
I hate all the McDonald’s commercial, and especially their “I’m lovin’ it” jingle. “I’m hatin’ it,” dammit!
There’s a new one for some weight-loss pill that has the model/spokesperson say firmly to the camera “Only buy this if you need to lose body fat!” Yeah, like people who need/want to lose weight are saying to themselves, “Oh, that’s not me - I need to lose muscle and bone!”
A year or two back I saw a MAD TV skit poking fun at those ads, where their Bob went to work and accidentally knocked over all the stuff on his boss’s desk with his ginormous erection, totally oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking.
I’ve never heard of McCain’s, but we have a very similar gig here called DiGiornio. Might be the same people; the premise is exactly the same. Little kids are admonished for “lying” because it must be delivery, it’s so good! “No, ma, it’s not delivery, it’s DiGiornio!” There are other spots, including one where famous college basketball nutter Dick Vitale is shooting hoops with an NCAA Division I team and looking terrible, then he sees a final slice of pizza he wants to win and he turns into Michael Jordan on amphetamines–then someone grabs the slice anyway and he says “That’s my delivery pizza!” To which the player responds, “It’s not delivery, it’s DiGiornio!” Etc. etc.
FWIW, I find the toenail creature much more disgusting than the snot-ball in the Mucinex commercials.
