That “Bear Naked Granola” commerical because I hate anything that uses the word “naked” because they’re clearly trying to sell the product due to the association with sex. The commerical itself has a bear with a huge black censor bar over him so obviously they’re trying to push the sexy naked angle.
Yeah, it does look stupid but it is a carryover from the original commercials with Rosie (Nancy Walker). It’s a direct demo that is just part of the brand identity.
Here’s the first Flo commercial
For some reason I do not get audio with video on this messageboard but upon reading the comment I heard in my head, “Wow.” Wow! I say it louder."
I enjoy Flo and her associates much more that I enjoyed Flo on her own. The daydream commercial, the pet commercial, the beach commercial–they’re all fun. But Progressive as a retailer, and Flo with her pricing gun, were tiresome after a while.
Liberty Mutual, on the other hand–well, I don’t know what they were smoking at the ad agency, but maybe they should get better stuff to smoke. Little girls turning into old men during their jump-rope game, wet teddy bears, a guy dressed as a cellphone jumping into a pool of rice–yeah, just … no. Plus, there’s Limu Emu (and Doug)–Doug never shuts up about insurance, even at a family backyard barbecue, where I presume everybody knows what he does for a living, and what he can do for them. And if he’s trying to sell them, and they’re not buying what he’s selling, then maybe his own friends and family members are subtly indicating that there’s something wrong with it.
One more thing that grates about any insurance commercial: if 15 minutes can save me 15%, then how much more could I save if the insurance companies didn’t have to pay for so much wall-to-wall advertising? Cut back on the ads, and maybe they could save customers 20% or more.
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But no one would know about it without the advertising. It’s a conundrum I tells you.
I hate the spokesman for MadCity Windows, a remodeling company based out of Madison Wisconsin. He’s got that smirky, faux down-home draw, and stupid annoying personality that reminds me of that kid in the wheelchair for Shriner’s Hospital (not that I want to say anything bad about the kid).
That kid is a DOOR wa bull.
Have you noticed that he’s getting a little too old and more like a miniature Buddy Hackett, so they are phasing him out for the other little guy on crutches?
I’ve noticed that he still refers to himself as a kid even though his voice is almost as deep as mine.
Actually, that kid has raised a bunch of money for the hospitals.
He is grooming his replacement in the latest commercials where they (somewhat cringingly) compete to see whose had more surgeries.
“Somewhat cringingly”? That is Understatement Level Great Britain.
Hate those commercials.
A Subway ad is trumpeting the news that it uses “100% wild-caught tuna”.
Assuming that’s entirely a good thing , it’s virtually meaningless, since very little commercial tuna is “farmed”; about 99.9% of tuna globally is wild-caught.
Next Subway will assure us that all of its tuna is non-GMO.
Is that like gluten free vodka?
I’m seeing commercials touting the fact that Uncle Ben’s Rice is now Ben’s Rice, in order to be more “inclusive”. Message to Ben: Do you even know what the word “inclusive” means? Did you just hear it somewhere and thought that’s a good word to use in your commercial, without actually knowing its meaning? Exactly who or what is now being included that wasn’t included before removing the Black man from your packaging?
What was supposed to be so racist about Uncle Ben anyway? Seems like it would be more offensive if it was Uncle Tom’s.
Most southern white Americans who grew up prior to 1954 expected black Americans to conduct themselves according to well-understood rituals of behaviour. This racial etiquette governed the
actions, manners, attitudes, and words of all black people when in the presence of whites. To violate this racial etiquette placed one’s very life, and the lives of one’s family, at risk.
Blacks were expected to refer to white males in positions of authority as “Boss” or “Cap’n”–a title of respect that replaced “Master” or “Marster” used in slave times. Sometimes, the white children of one’s white employer or a prominent white person might be called “Massa,” to show special respect. If a white person was well known, a black servant or hired hand or tenant might speak in somewhat intimate terms, addressing the white person as “Mr. John” or “Miss Mary.”
All black men, on the other hand, were called by their first names or were referred to as “Boy,” “Uncle,” and “Old Man”–regardless of their age. If the white person did not personally know a black person, the term “n******” or “n*****-fellow,” might be used. In legal cases and the press, blacks were often referred to by the word “Negro” with a first name attached, such as “Negro Sam.” At other times, the term “Jack,” or some common name, was universally used in addressing black men not known to the white speaker. On the Pullman Sleeping cars on trains, for example, all the black porters answered to the name of “boy” or simply “George” (after the first name of George Pullman, who owned and built the Pullman Sleeping Cars).
That’s why I only serve "Benjamin Robertson, My Dad’s Brother Rice. Look for it at your local grocer’s, just down the aisle from Jemima Pilkington Who Happens To Be My Mother’s Sister Pancake Mix."
That Jim Crow pdf was informative. The next time one of my white friends asks what’s wrong with Uncle Ben’s or Aunt Jemima, I’ll just ask what their last names are.
“Uncle” was the word slave owners used for older house slaves.