Butterfield was asked “Are you aware of any listening devices in the Oval Office of the White House?”
During the first two rounds of the baseball playoffs this season, the networks seemed to have run the same 17 commercials over and over and over again. One was this ad for Viagra, featuring a white woman in a football uniform top. I thought it was interesting choice to run that ad into the ground, rather than to alternate it with one of the recent ads featuring a black woman (Date Night) or an Asian woman, actress Kelly Hu, both of whom were wearing dresses. There’s some sociological observation to be made here too, I suppose.
Interesting that the first comment I got about Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death was “If it is true, it’s sad.”
My church belongs to this entity called FOCUS, which, among other things, runs a food pantry. Periodically, there is a joint service of the congregations. Usually, I miss the one in early February, because I’m away at a MidWinter’s party Saturday night out of town. But the Wife had an all-day meeting on Saturday, and that rather put the kibosh on that. It was a good service, but it was LONG: at least 100 minutes.
I loathed these commercials so much that I have, years later, never purchased a package of Wisk.
I’ve refused to buy a number of products over the years for various reasons: political/economic boycotts for iceberg lettuce, orange juice and the like.
But there have also been commercials out there that have just offended my sensibilities.
One was for a drink mix from Pillsbury called Funny Face, targeted to compete with Kool Aid. Not only did the character on this particular envelope look like a caricature, if memory serves, he also sounded like one. It’s no surprise that the product was replaced by a more generic Choo Choo Cherry a couple years later. Continue reading “Commercially repulsive QUESTION”