I saw that site and see that they’re going offer online courses but don’t see where, as you said, “you can get a MBA from Harvard by attending on-line classes.”
I admit it’s a little unclear but Harvard has been advertising it on TV. Perhaps you might have to show up in a in person class once or twice, I dont know.
However, we have Penn State:
Indiana University’s Kelley Schools of Business, which does require* two whole weeks* of on campus stuff.
USC:
They are all going that direction, whether you like it or not. Real universities.
Yeah, I’m familiar with universities offering online classes and entire programs. But you get a degree from Penn State, USC, etc., not Phoenix. And to be entirely forthright, I really don’t know much about Phoenix. Perhaps they offer a good education, I really don’t know. But “a degree is a degree” seems pretty easy to parse.
I always thought Harvard was a second-rate school (and lost whatever respect I had for its business school when most of the crooked senior management at Enron and Worldcom turned out to be HBS alumni), but now they’re advertising their courses on TV?
By that standard, I guess Harvard and Yale are lousy, as the last four presidents had degrees from these two institutions. Harvard, Georgetown and Yale are responsible for more members of congress. What a friggin’ club.
If a guy I know isn’t lying (and I actually have reason to believe he is), Harvard’s school of Ed. sucks rotten eggs.
But the medical school, law school, and divinity school are still top notch.
I came in to see if anyone had mentioned Puppy Monkey Baby.
What a weird and creepy ad. All I know is I will never ever buy that drink. And that guy lets it lick him instead of jumping up and going “What the fuck is that?!?!?”
I see that point, though in the context of that song it’s odd. “A degree is a degree; you’re gonna want someone like me.” If a degree is a degree, then what the hell is so special about her? Some degrees are more valuable than others, certainly.
Psycho looking blonde who does a crap-load of similar ads for class action lawsuits.
This particular one, she looks half normal. :eek:
Always looks like a guy in a wig to me.
That’s a nice snobbish attitude. :rolleyes:
Speaking of class action ads: “Not tonight, Trip, I have a headache.”
Two commercials with obnoxious women. The first is a Clorox commercial with kids singing on stage and one mom asks the other, “Which is yours?” And the other answers, “The one in white” and then looks all superior and snide because her kid’s shirt is more white than the others.
And the Snyder pretzel lady. Is she trying to intimidate me into eating her fucking pretzels? If I met her in real life, I’d have to jack her up. Don’t you threaten me, you pretzel pushing bitch!
The Snyders Pretzels woman looks like she needs a riding crop to smack ominously against her thigh as she chooses the victim of the day for torture.
Not me, but my wife HATES Jan from the Toyota commercials because “she clips her T’s”.
Me? I think she’s hot.
I know how I feel about McDonalds’ new Time After Time commercial. The thing that I’m most upset about is that I’m pretty sure that Cindy Lauper did not get enough money from McDonald’s for letting them rape her song.
This is going to have to be one of the ads to avoid.
There’s something creepy about it, definitely.
Wonder if it was put together by the same ad group responsible for that creepy Folger’s Christmas commercial?
(Re: Ancestry.com ads)
Ancestry.com ads don’t bother me. The guy who switches from lederhosen to kilts seems to be having fun “celebrating his heritage” either way. I certainly wouldn’t advocate remaining ignorant of your ethnic makeup just because you haven’t been following its practices.
Anecdotal evidence: Me. (sample set of one)
Anyhow, we’ve always been Swiss. My dad loved that he was “a Schweitzer”. His pride got us kids a trip to ‘Die Mutterland’ (Ye Olde Countrie, featuring the little ski village where all the Digspiels come from). Where we met third-cousins and I got hand-written into the Big Book of Swissiness. So I’m all official, I could get a Swiss passport if I want, and we make fondue and root for the Swiss soccer and Olympic teams (Go, Heidi Diethelm Gerber in the “Luftpistole” event!) and we have a bigass cowbell on our mantle … you get the idea.
But I’m sixth generation, and I just the other day thought “Hey, wait, there are a lot of non-Schweitzers in the family tree”. So, on a lark, I asked my (Scottish/English) mom if I was predominately British or Swiss, and she casually said “Oh, no, you’re probably mostly Dutch.”
WHAAAAAT? (or rather, “Vut?”)
Well, it’s a little jarring, but I guess it doesn’t really change anything.
Especially my ingrained cravings for chocolate.
But I certainly don’t mind knowing.