FWIW, I actually really like the “dude” ads from Bud Light. Maybe I’m the only one, though.
Probably my least favorite national ads would have to be for Jared. You know, as in, “He went to Jared!” “He went to Jared?” “HE WENT TO JARED!” etc. God damn. The one I particularly hate involves a guy giving his date some Jared thing in a restaurant, and as the news of his godly act resonates through the crowd, a woman whose man obviously did NOT get her gift at Jared throws her drink in his face. Because, of course, even if he drops $5,000 or whatever on some metal and carbon/corundum amalgamation for you, if it doesn’t come from JARED, it’s just not good enough for your bitch ass. Remember that, ladies. The only men that matter shop at Jared.
Come to think of it, probably my least favorite ads of all-time are radio ads for a local jewelry store. It was bad enough when the owner of this store got on the radio and sung an EXTREMELY off-key Christmas song in one of them to promote his store. But then they put out a couple of spots that were far worse. One of them strongly suggested that (and these ads are always aimed at GUYS, by the way), unless you buy your woman a big, gaudy, diamond-encrusted thing for the holidays, she would not let you watch any sports on TV. As if to suggest that no woman would willingly watch sports without first being placated by gobs of jewelry, which is a ridiculous notion in my area since around here, women not only enjoy watching sports very much, but excel in them as well (see: UNC women’s soccer, basketball, etc.). Bitch, please.
Another ad from this store refers to jewelry as - I swear - “long-term wife insurance”. Which, to me, suggests one of two things: either 1) men, you are expected to shower your woman with expensive shiny things lest she divorce your sorry ass, or 2) ladies, no matter how dysfunctional your man might be - abusive, lecherous, a bad driver, you name it - as long as he provides you with sufficient bling, he’s a keeper. Holy crap.