Ya know: Fuck Betty Crocker.

[Bunny]

Three grown, ostensibly professional women standing in an elevator, feigning orgasm over the thought (the thought!) of a fucking microwaved cake. All to the bemusement (and no doubt arousal) of a male co-worker on the elevator with them. What a crock of shit. It's nearly as bad as the orgasm over the shampoo, which is re-enacted by the female lawyer in the courtroom. All of this is topped by the woman giving a blow job to an ice cube, because the bartender gave her a delicious flavored liqueur. Because, of course, that's what we do when we like a product - make orgasmic noises in professional situations, and feign oral sex with frozen water. All for the pleasure of male passers-by. :eyes:


I am, of course, referring to the state of modern commercials.

[mrreowwr_kittty]

1. But don't you ever get that "not-so-fresh feeling"?

Nah, didn't think so...Neither do I.

Fuck the patriarchy and fuck Hollywood and Madison Avenue. Sideways.

[Warpy]

3. ...with a chainsaw

I've hated that stuff with a purple and undying passion. I could never believe there were focus groups of housewives who were ever bored enough to buy into that stuff.

Remember "ring around the collar?" Why didn't she ever tell him to wash his filthy neck once in a while?

As for the faked orgasms over shampoo and trans fat and plastic cake, it should give men a certain amount of insecurity, too. Either she fakes it all the time and he's no great shakes in bed (likely true), or she can get her orgasms all over the place in socially acceptable ways and he's just become superfluous.

"The Hidden Persuaders" is dated, but it should still be read in schools. It's a wonderful introduction to deconstructing propaganda of all types.

(Ever in a group of people at a get together with the TV on in the room? Watch the conversation die every time a bunch of commercials comes on. Really. Watch it the next time the situation occurs. Scary.)

[MuseRider]

5. OK, now I choked up my water

this line, "Why didn't she ever tell him to wash his filthy neck once in a while?" just cracked me up. Yes I say, why not?

I also hate all these ads and never imagined that there is enough money in the world that could entice me to do one of them. The women doing them don't look like they were pulled from the street or greatly in need of money but who knows? That is the only reason I could imagine having to do them.

I just sent a letter off to a local car dealership who has a disgusting ad on selling cars with a spoof of the "Girls Gone Wild" videos. "How could you resist a pair like this?"

[politicat]

6. To quote:

(From Angel:)
Cordelia: Where I come from... who I really am... is so far from being a princess you have no idea. I'm an actress.
Groosalugg: I do not know this word.
Cordelia: Actress. It means... when I'm lucky enough to get a gig... that other people tell me what to do, where to stand, how to move, what to say--
Groosalugg: Oh, I see. You were a concubine in your village.
Cordelia: Felt like one, sometimes. Last job I had, you shoulda seen the horrible thing they made me wear. This tiny, skimpy, exploitative... (looking down) Nothing like this.

They may look great, but it takes tons of work, time, effort, and crap jobs serving coffee to get to a commercial. Film, writing and drug dealing -- all high status jobs with a huge amount of working your way up. *sigh*

[prole_for_peace]

2. i HATE those commercials....

the amaretto one especially. probably cause i hate that stuff.

and the betty crocker elevator one... ok i LOVE chocolate but i don't think i make those kind of noises and faces when i eat it. that would just be freaky and weird and kinda gross.

[ismnotwasm]

4. I knew I wouldn't be the only one that one bugged.

That commercial in particular, along with orgasmic hair shampoo ones, irritate the fuck out of me (no pun intended, I think)


Another one, in a different vein, I played a little let's-analyze-this-one. (This is a bit over the top, even for me, but I wonder how far off I am?

It's for roundup, or some such weed killer. 4 men, walking down the street in western style confrontational manner. There are rows of Stepford like houses, with perfect yards. Running in the cracks of the sidewalk and street, are....WEEDS, the only uncontrolled growing things in the setting. There are no flowering weeds, just greenery, same color as the grass, but out of lockstep. The four men take the round up sprayers and blending a male urination/orgasm motion, via the spray, kill all the weeds, leaving the scene of same houses and yards free from evil disorder.

A stupid, hokey commercial, but it creeps me out a bit. I wonder just what the weeds are supposed to represent. (Women as in mother earth, or simply to control fertility? People who are different in any way?)Yeah, a cigar is sometimes just a cigar, but usually not in the world of advertising, where patriarchy and sex sell lots and lots of stuff.

[Bjornsdotter]

7. What about that diet program one

....I'm not sure of the name because my anger is too intense.

However, a woman in the commercial states that her husband calls her "his trophy wife".....well fuck them both. That commercial just steams my shorts.

cheers

[femrap]

8. I gotta say that I've had some

chocolate cake that was much better than some of the sex I've had with men who understand little about a woman's body!

Seriously, I know what you mean about the commercials....but here's some good news: Have you noticed lately that there are no longer any 'bimbos' on beer commercials? A young woman was sick of it and organized....voila! Now we see 'himbos!'