I know! It’s like when people tell that joke about why the punk rocker crossed the road, and it’s because he was stapled to the chicken. Don’t people realize that even if the punk rocker really did staple himself to the chicken, he’s far too heavy for even exceptionally strong poultry to move at all, let alone drag across at least two lanes of tarmac?
Regarding that commercial: I just think the manufacturer is intentionally exaggerating a feature of the product to illustrate just how good it is. But maybe they really are that dumb. I dunno.
I can no longer take the Yoplait commercials. The women sitting around telling us how good the damn yogurt is. “It’s day in the spa good!” etc. Everyone knows yogurt is what you eat when there is nothing else in the house.
My nipples are verrrrry sensitive thank you very much. Although crotch humming (when done by the fairer sex in my case) sounds more appetizing than yogurt.
There’s another ad on the air now for some sort of salad. I have no idea who makes it but it might be Wendy’s. Anyway, one the ingredients is “crunchy red strips.” At least, that’s what I think the announcer says. WTF is a crunchy red strip? Some sort of red tortilla strip?
OK, this is scary, but the ad literally just came on–it’s the Taco Bell Chicken Caesar Burrito (or something like that) and, yes, “crunchy red strips.” This is really annoying.
My personal ad peeve for the moment is United Airlines’ “we bought a minute of airtime but our commercial is only fifteen seconds so let’s say it four times but splice them together” schtick.
Teeny-bobber: I fly-
Grandfatherly black man: I fly United.
Old asian lady: I fly-
Hatian lesbian in a wheelchair: I fly United.
TB: United.
OAL: United.
GBM: And I saved -
OAL: I saved tree-fitty.
HLW: I saved ten dollars.
TB: Two bucks.
GBM: Five dollars!
…
[continue for the rest of the commercial]
I felt the same way after first seeing that Wendy’s commercial. What they’re describing as “dull” is, by definition, a caesar salad. Wendy’s version of a caesar salad just seems nasty.
But my personal hate is reserved for the commercial for “Soft & Dri.” Their whole jingle, which is nothing short of unbearable, states that the product is “Strong and beautiful just like you.” Yeah, because I constantly admire my antiperspirant for its beauty. That power stripe infinitely increases a deodorant stick’s aesthetic value. Thank you, “Soft & Dri,” for introducing me not only to the joy of lovely personal hygeine products, but also to the joy of fabulously misspelled words.
Here in Houston (and there are several Dopers that should be along soon to back me up) we have Matress Mac, Hilton something (He always has a chainsaw and is yelling about matresses. He just had a son and now there is a toddler running around in his commercials with him as well) “Ohh, that’s a FACT JACK!”, The Bi-Rite guys (“Where the BEAN BAGS are!”–while dressed as human beanbags) and the worst offender…Rick’s Furniture (SCARY, this guy actually sings some horrid lyric in his song). Oh yes…I can’t forget the lawyer, Jim Adler. (Personal injury…“That’s a lot of money for a lot of people.”)
Maybe they even talk about mattresses, not matresses. ~sigh~
Ahh, the Fantanas. Indygrrl, these ad guys were not thinking about appealing to women in any way when they wrote the commercial. You are missing nothing.
I even heard them on the radio yesterday.
Southwestern means corn and black beans for some reason. I find southwestern caesar salad to be as unappealing as southwestern salsa (also containing the beans and corn).