So I’m listening to the Idiot Morning-Guy on the radio (because screaming at the Idiot Morning-Guy on the radio wakes me up, that’s why.) when I hear this one commercial. I can’t believe what I’ve heard and figure it’s some sort of parody ad (although it’s much more clever than I’d credit the Idiot Morning-Guy with). But the Idiot Morning-Guy doesn’t say anything about it. I listen some more and lo, it comes on again!. I am astounded.
The recreation of the commercial starts out as close to verbatim as I can manage. Mostly (I’ve changed the name of the product to avoid giving these creeps more exposure, but it’s name has the same sort of innuendo as my made-up-name).
Idiot Morning-Guy: Bullying is bad. It’s wrong to bully. In schools some kids are bullies. This is baaaad. Naughty kids! I don’ like bullies. Although I kicked ass when I was a kid. We’ll be back in a moment.
Creep (whining voice): Hoooooooney. Y’wanna…
Potential Stepford Wife (irritated, bitchy): Butch, you know I’m not interested since I’ve had the kids.
Creep (insanely happy): Well honey, while I was at the gym, I overheard two guys talking. They were talking about Weasel[sup]tm[/sup]: A new herbal product that stimulates hormones and make you more excited. It’s like an aphrodisiac. We can get it through the mail! No doctors needed! One of the guys said that now his wife wears him out!
Potential Stepford Wife (furious): Wait a sec. You mean that while I was taking care of the twins, you were at the gym, spying on strange men in the shower? Again?! Why didn’t you come home after work and actually help around the house for a change? Has it occured to you that if you actually talked to me about something other than sex and got off your goddamned ass and did some goddamned work that you wouldn’t need to drug me for sex? Has it occured to you that you’ve made sex about as exciting as double-entry bookkeeping? If you and your two inch long dick could do more than two quick pumps, a squirt and then you roll over and snore, leaving me the wet spot, you inadequ…
Creep (placatingly): Now honey, it’s not a drug, it’s herbal. Herrrrrbal. That’s why we don’t need any of those nasty doctors or psychiatrists! Weasel[sup]tm[/sup] is an all-natural suppliment and will take away all these bad thoughts and feelings. As a matter of fact, I got some and put it in your coffee!
Potential Stepford Wife: YOU DID WHAT!? You basta…rr…rrrwow! Honey, I talked all bad to you. I’m sorry. I been mean. I’m all sorry for th’ bad things I say to you! Let’s go beddy-bye and I can make it up to you! Gee honey, I’m glad you eavesdrop so well!
Well, maybe not those last few paragraphs, although the last line (about being glad he spies on strange men in showers) is accurate, but the actual implied message for Weasel[sup]tm[/sup] is that all the problem is the woman’s fault and that drugs (even “all-herbal” drugs) are the first resort to solving the problem of her lack of interest in sex. Frankly, if I was married to someone like the Creep, I wouldn’t be interested in sex either.
I’m stunned that the station that the Idiot Morning-Guy is on allows this commerical. It’s pretty damned obnoxious. And besides: either the stuff doesn’t work (if they’ve got a weasel-in-heat level aphrodsiac, they wouldn’t need cheesy radio-spots, they’d be in medical journals. Look at Viagra)in which case they’re fraudulently advertising, or the stuff does work, in which case they’re advocating giving serious medication without a doctor’s care.
Fenris