Imagine finding out that your wife has been seeing Mr. Clean behind your back…
“I don’t know what it is guys, but every time she breaks out the cleaning supplies, I get turned on.”
What kind of magazines were these ads in? Ladies home Journal, Redbook, or some other ladies mag? I doubt you would have seen them in Field & Stream.
I can see it now:
:: Tripler mounts Triplette ::
“Why honey, you’re so fresh . . . and minty!”
Yeah, I love the part in the ad that says:
:rolleyes:
Tripler
:: shudders ::
Lysol as douche?!? It finally solves the mystery of why my widowed Grandma had that rusty can of Lysol from the 1960s (with the tin lid) in her bathroom. Living alone, I assumed she kept it there for guests; now I know it was a dormant pre-cursor to Summer’s Eve.
I still can decide which is worse: boiling rags on the stovetop, using ammonium chloride aerosol as a feminine hygiene product or telling my Mom her humming electrical appliance on the night stand was used to massage away hysteria.
Well, Drano would be a bit too much, you simply have to strike a balance for moderation in these things.
Anyone checked out old Clorox ads just in case?
The Lysol in the OP, isn’t the same stuff they make now. It was much more concentrated. My mom would mix a tiny cap full with a gallon of water to disinfect the house whenever anyone got sick. I can’t even imagine how much it would have to be diluted for use as a douche.
From the link:
I find it curious it does not also say, “And yer stinky chooch!”
Well, I suppose it COULD work as birth control…
By drying your cooter out worse than an over-cooked Thanksgiving turkey!
I love this advertising tactic: take an issue that’s almost never really a problem, and then terrify everyone that their manifestation is possibly the worst. Human beings get smelly pits, breath and genikles, and sometimes they get a dry flaky scalp–but it ain’t the leprosy the ads make it out to be.
C’mon. Like a smelly twat’s gonna keep a man away? I mean, sometimes, yeah, a twat gets sick or something and may smell like a dead skunk. But in those cases I’m pretty sure mamma would be thinking, “I should do something about this quick!” and not go planting on her guy’s face.
Nope… she’s all woman! … I think.
Although I’d be a bit reticent to tell this demure young thing she’s stinky “down there”. I suspect a rugged ass kicking would ensure.
From that ad: "She must realize that there is a very common odor which she herself may not detect but is so apparent to people around her. (bolding mine)
This woman has problems greater than Lysol can solve, I’m afraid.
That is exactly the same Lysol they make now. Like I said, I keep a bottle in my kitchen at all times. It is indeed very concentrated. I mix a cap full of Lysol into a Windex sized bottle of water and a drop of Murphy’s Oil soap together to clean, well… just about everything in the house.
ALMOST everything. 
Either that or she’d shoot her chestaloupes at you.
From this post…
Ditto. We used to use this exact product to cleanse the dairy cooler in our grocery store back in the mid-eighties. We mixed it with extremely hot water in a bucket and swabbed the cooler and walls to sanitize and remove that nasty gunk that builds up after a few days. This was no minor task… gummy milk residue from leakage, broken eggs, etc… one shot of this stuff cut through that crap like nothing you ever seen. Everything looked and smelled ‘hospital fresh’ after the process.
Douche…?
::shudder::
If she needs that kinda strength, stay away. 
In the sixties, Philip K. Dick wrote a great book titled “The Simulacra,” which took this tactic to its logical technological extreme – tiny spambots that harrassed you with their whispering insinuations:
Now there’s a man who understood the mechanism of advertising.
