I just want you to know how cruel your user name is. Everytime I see one of your posts I am immediately seized by an unsatiable urge to watch high-tech Greek male androids in speedos over and over again. I also have started hanging out on the internet constantly and bothering my parents… wait, I do that anyway. My bad.
In the future, please consider changing your user name to something less Greek and sexy, like : FoamySquirrel or more truthful, like Geekboy Spock.
Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
LadySybil
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Ditto for that Seiko watch commercial that informs you “You can tell more about a person by their watch than anything else.”
Gee. I’ll remember that next time I see someone, oh, treating a waitress like dirt in a restaurant. I’ll check their wrist and if I see a Seiko, I’ll know that they really are a good person.
And the constipated Zelnorm tummies are scary. And is it me or is the background music meant to make you feel sick, too? It’s not that tummies are indecent, but somehow it’s just a bit more than should be shown. I think the writing on them has something to do with it. The only time it’s cute to write on your tummy is when you’re pregnant. If I have a headache, I don’t get out an ink pen and write about it on my forehead, and if I were constipated I sure as hell wouldn’t write about it on my stomach.
I was hoping this thread would still be around. Right now the commercial that makes me want to talk back to the television is the one for Swiffer where the woman is dancing around the house, cleaning and singing to the tune of Devo’s Whip It. She goes past a room where two girls are sitting dressed up black leather, spikes, body piercings, and Goth-style make up, looking about as pretentiously un-American middle class as you can get. They look digusted at her actions. One of them says, “I hope it’s not genetic.”
Kiddo, I hate to tell you this, but, speaking as someone who was a genuine rebel in high school, if you’re that punked out and acting as bored and stereotypical as that, you probably are acting just like your mother did at your age, which makes you no more than the poseurs you probably claim to despise. Sorry about the nightmare, kid.
A couple of other threads just reminded me that I can’t stand those Wal-Mart commercials. There’s always a shrill, annoying hyperactive Walmartian saying “I never take time to relax. I’m all stress, stress, stress…” Shut up already! Keep it up and you’ll give yourself a goddamn heart attack!
In ten years all the hits of the mid-90s will be commercial fodder, as they will be the “good time” songs of the homemaking generation, much as the 80s are being used today. And they will be perverted by ad agencies.
“I wanna scrub you like an animal / I wanna clean you from the inside”
Uck - I just saw one of those tonight. The part that simulates bowel contractions is vaguely disgusting. Although to be fair, I wish they’d show more of the women’s bellies, not less.
Update on what racinchikki said: the TV also showed a brand new Hallmark ad. Shows a mother reading her teenage son a bedtime story. Then the scene changes and she’s in the store. I was sure the narrator would say “get them something good” but NO. She actually buys the damn book! You’re right about Hallmark.
I actually like that one. It makes me laugh.