There’s this new commercial on TV starring various model-type people, their chiseled cheek-bones lit by black-and-white, starring all heavy-lidded into the camera while murmuring, “It’s not your clothes. It’s not your hair, or your job.”
What is it?
“It’s your WATCH.”
Hot-diggity-damn! And all this time I’ve been depending on my razor-sharp intellect, my keen wit, my big breasts, and my tight ass to get me through life when all I really needed was an expensive watch. Who knew? And what am I supposed to do now? My life is bereft. My world is crashing down. The Apocalypse is upon us.
I don’t have an expensive watch. I got nothing man, nothing.
That is pretty easy to fix. Burger King has an awsome selection of Spongebob Squarepants watches for only $1.99 (with the purchase of a combo meal). The commercial I saw on TV showed people going crazy for them. I suppose they just nuked your commercial with a massive counterstrike.
I have recently purchased what, to my mind, is the Ultimate Watch.
It is both Atomic and Solar. Verily, this watch drips SCIENCE!
It is atomic for it synchronizes with a naval observatory. It is solar for it charges from the sun! It’s also a verra nice Casio G-Shock, so you can hit it with a hammer and it’ll not much care.
Err…you’re telling me the magic glowing box has never said anything to you about the benefits of a tight ass and big tit??? I’ve fairly certain if nothing else it’s let you know you can sell people expensive watches :).
So all that matters is my tight ass, my big breasts, and my expensive watch? What about my razor-sharp intellect and keen wit, huh? Dangit, the magic glowing box was telling the truth all along.
I probably should have put a smiley in there. Brains have always been highly attractive to me, at least, and all the ladies I’ve been involved with were, in my estimation, highly intelligent. I don’t mean to suggest all that matters is your physique. I’d be a big fat liar if I said I don’t greatly enjoy admiring a great physique, but it’s certainly not all that counts. My comment was meant as humor, nothing more.
In fact, if you check the OP, you’ll see I specifically set up this thread to see how people would react to my “T&A” comments. I wanted to see how the consumerism of the watch ad would be contrasted with the sexual imagery and the intellectual statement. Which one would people seize on first?
I just find it interesting that in our capitalist culture (this is the pinko-commie in me coming out) that status symbols such as expensive watches are marketed to us using aesthetically pleasing models. Of course, the watch isn’t actually going to make you better-looking or more sexually potent. It’s a symbol of economic virility however. Equating money = sex is a clever ploy to get people to buy the watch, of course. Dazzle the eyes, stimulate the naughty regions. Fascinating that even in a textual enviroment such as the SDMB visual imagery (breasts, booty, and the glittering watch) remain very powerful.
Okay, no more listening to Rage Against the Machine for 6 hours straight. Carry on.
Big tits are a dime a dozen, whereas truly truly, fine mechanical watches are superlative works of aesthetic and engineering art that will (or should) outlive you. When your vaunted T’s&A have sagged and bagged, and you are having trouble remembering your own name or going to the bathroom by yourself, a well cared for fine mechanical watch will still be ticking along. It will be given to sucessive generations, carrying thoughts of you into the future.
Plus a person with a really interesting mechanical watch is usually a person with finely honed appreciation of art, engineering and tactile pleasures.
