Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Inspired by a comment made about the Wives Scolding Husbands post, I went out searching for a certain Yoplait commercial and landed on this great site, commercialsihate.com. I’ll let them speak for themselves about the “Stupid Husband” genre of commercials.
I know why they do it.
They do it because the woman is the consumer of the household.
But men make buying decisions too, ya know.
And we don’t LIKE to see ourselves portrayed as glazed-eyed, mouth-ajar helpless MORONS.Daddy can’t cook. Daddy can’t clean. Daddy can’t discipline the child.
Daddy can’t control himself in Circuit City.
Daddy runs in circles holding a baby at arm’s length.
He has absolutely no idea what it is or why it makes that noise.
Daddy takes the kids to McDonalds because Mom’s Not Home.And the fat single woman watching at home laughs heartily “Ha! It’s so true!”
Yeah, we’re making wonderful progress at learning how to live together…when the best way to sell a product to one class, is to call people belonging to the other class complete dimwits.
And, a great deal of the time, remain completely silent on whether or not your product is any good.
Oh well. You certainly can’t level that charge at the yogurt commercial. She does talk about the yogurt being delicious. Although I have to wonder about the necessity of getting permission from my wife before rummaging around in the refrigerator…for…uh, the key lime pie in the meat drawer??
There are way too many “He Uses Brand X” commercials to even count. Most of them take place conveniently in front of the household medicine cabinet, where we can see his half of the cabinet is filled up, and her half is all empty except for the one box of wonder-drug. Stupid dolt. What did he ever do before he met her.
And of course…nobody can ever forget this classic.
Funny thing about women. When we “objectify” them, that usually amounts to looking at them when they aren’t wearing (by choice) too much in the way of clothes, and admiring their lovely lines. When it comes back the other way they’re calling us stupid morons. Or buying something from someone else who did.
Oh dear. I feel so victimized. I think I shall start an activist group and launch a protest. That…or, pop open a beer and make myself a sammich. Hope I can find my way around the kitchen.
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Heh. One of MY hot-buttons, too. And I’ll be damned if I’ll ever set foot in a Lowe’s again, coz they’re the perpetrators of my favorite I-love-to-hate commercial, of late… the one featuring Doofus Dad, saying “the house is finally DONE” after getting a new roof and fence… only to back-track and exclaim “Except for the back yard!” once he receives the arms-crossed-over the chest glare from All-Knowing Wife AND Bitch-In-Training eight year old daughter. I’ve nearly thrown hard, heavy objects at my teevee whenever that frickin’ abomination comes on. But I haven’t done it, yet.
Gawd… just typing that out made me grit my teeth.
- Buck | 08/25/2008 @ 15:51Buck,
That sounds like a great entry, but I looked high and low (no pun intended) and couldn’t find anything. Having not seen it, I’m at a disadvantage. The Lowe’s commercials I did find that ticked people off, seemed to be a little on the edge — could be offensive, could not. Your description sounds pretty awful, but I’d like to sample the content.
And “Bitch-In-Training” is a great label. I’m diggin’ that one.
- mkfreeberg | 08/25/2008 @ 16:26I looked for the ad, as well, (coz I wanted to post it, to prove/reinforce the point) and no one has put it up… anywhere. I think I need a video capture card in my PC.
I’m also thinking all corporations run regional ad campaigns, i.e., what plays here in NM may or may not play in Sacto. But why Lowe’s chooses to run THAT ad here mystifies me. Eastern NM and West Texas ain’t exactly a hot-bed of bra-burning, fist-pumping, screeching “feminist” harridans. And thank God for small favors.
- Buck | 08/27/2008 @ 00:53