I’ve literally never filmed a commercial for spicy meatballs which took so many takes to shoot that it inadvertently transitioned into an ad for Tums.
Alka-Seltzer.
People referring to their dermatologist as “my derm”.
For that matter, people who don’t have some kind of actual skin condition having a dermatologist, from whom they get recommendations for makeup and moisturizer.
Along the same line: “Talk with your gastro-enterologist…”
My gastro-enterologist?
Shelf after shelf after shelf of whatever brand the commercial is for, far as eye can see.
Particularly egregious for certain products these days.
Ads in the 50’s had men giving their wives appliances as presents. Now To us that seems ridiculously sexist, but imagine a world where it is assumed the man works outside of the house and a woman works inside and that with a gift like this he is making life easier for his wife. Buying that item isn’t sexist, they live in a sexist world, the gift is generously relieving some measure of toil on the part of his wife.
The Christmas car with the bow on it is sorta similar. The cars are always high end here by the way, no Toyota commercials. One person in the relationship (man) has a well paying job. The wife makes no money but sacrifices in many other ways. Christmas comes around, also a bonus check for male provider, and so does the honorable thing and fulfills wife’s desires in a Christmas miracle. It’s not an affront to a covenant of respect and power over communal resources because it’s ‘his’ money he is using to lavash upon his faithful and dutiful wife.
Wait, that is messed up.
Go back another fifty years and imagine how the average housewife would have reacted to being gifted with an array of labor-saving devices. She’d’ve thought the Millennium had arrived!
Lavish, not lavash. Lavash is a kind of flat bread.
Marriage is the ultimate form of prostitution. Women trade sex for security, and men trade security for sex. No one will ever convince me otherwise.
Ok bro.
Well, it’s possible if you have an intestinal condition, you would have been referred to, and be under the care of, a specialist. A GP is supposed to do that.
Something smaller, like freckles or undereye bags, commercials tell you to ‘consult your dermatologist’ for a remedy. I can’t see making a special trip to a dermatologist, but then I’m not a raving beauty whose face is my fortune.
You’re not going to see people commuting to work these days, much less taking a fake commute so they can listen to their Audible book.
Neighbors who Riverdance 24/7/365.
The latest ad for Burger King chicken nuggets (which, to be fair, was probably filmed months ago) has a woman enjoying them inside a restaurant. Nope, not these days. Take out or delivery only.
A couple more additions:
Gracefully and elegantly, but almost robotically using a touch screen device, by lifting their index about 4" / 10 cm from the screen slowly after touching it, perfectly positing it in place for the next movement, and then slowly touching another button, or scrolling in a perfectly vertical or horizontal direction. No fast, sloppy movement like the real world.
For women, after smelling something pleasant up close, like essential oils or herbal tea, closing their eyes and leaning back their head ever so slowly and slightly, with a facial expression that says “mmmmmmmm”.
I could see the Audible-while-commuting thing, kind of – on a hip, trendy San Francisco commute on a BART train, to a hip, trendy job with a vague title and ,six-digit salary, at a hip, trendy startup, like “solutions engineer”. Maybe the Washington Metro, too. On something most normal transit commuters experience, like a Cleveland Rapid train, or a plain old city bus, nope.
So many dot-com services advertised on TV seem limited to the Bay Area and a few other large or aspirational cities. If you live in a normal mid-sized city or anyplace smaller – excepting Austin, Portland, or Nashville — visit the Web site, enter your ZIP code, and “[Whatever] is not available in your area.”
I do see dirty, sweaty, roughneck construction dudes driving high-end heavy duty crew cab long bed dually diesel-powered trucks around here all the time. Granted, the beds always have a bed liner and job box, but otherwise they’re usually empty.
A rule of thumb in outlying rural areas around here: the smaller and shittier the mobile home, the newer and more high-end the pickup trucks – yes, plural – in front if it will be. Rusty metal single-wide from the 1960s that’s bowed in the middle? 2019 Ford F-350 King Ranch with crew cab, long bed, duallys, and a 6.7 liter Power Stroke diesel V8. Newer doublewide? White 2003 Ford F-150 with a 4.2 liter gasoline V6, AM/FM/cassette stereo, rear wheel drive, and a well-used bed.