Well, that’s one way to sell intimate wipes.
Playtex is hawking these new genital wipes for “before and after” activities involving your genitalia, whatever those might be. We have no idea. But we do know the feminine hygiene industry has a long and sordid history of shaming women into buying products to “sanitize” and perfume our lady business (oh, capitalism!), despite the fact any gyno will tell you the delicate pH balance of your vagina is best left alone.
But, at the very least, we can appreciate that Playtex’s ad campaign includes one marketed towards dudes in need of a clean “pecker.” Check it out after the jump. A dude’s sweaty junk is no picnic, either. Keep reading »
Growing up, my parents were so anti-advertising that they made us mute the volume and cover the TV with a scarf during commercials. And look at me now! Rounding up the best and worst commercials shown during the Super Bowl. How far I’ve come… Keep reading »
Dannon’s Birth Control on the Bottom Yogurt makes it so you don’t to choose between the only two things that matter to you as a women according to TV. Mmm, crunchy! And it kills two birds with one spoonful — you’ll be regular in terms of your period and your butt period. Score! [via Yahoo!]
Las Vegas’ latest marketing campaign aims to portray the city as a kind of glistening gay utopia where straight people stick out like a poorly dressed sore thumb. The slogan “Everyone is welcome, even straight people” is illustrated in a new series of ads that insert a painfully frumpy heterosexual couple into glamorous scenes of gay clubs and pool parties. Obviously the ads are leaning heavily on superficial stereotypes both gay and straight, but I couldn’t help laughing at the way white sneakers and khakis stand out in a sea of Speedos and stilettos. What do you think of this campaign? Clever? Offensive? Funny? Just plain dumb? Check out two more of the ads after the jump, and share your thoughts in the comments! Keep reading »
Meet Megan and Matt. They’re the stars of the newest Weight Watchers commercial featuring Jennifer Hudson. And they are a terrible couple. Megan plays the role of the nagging wife to a T — to the point where every time I watch this commercial (which is a lot lately because we are working from home this week), I just think, Oh man, those two are heading for divorce. The clip involves Megan basically emasculating Matt and telling the world how she does everything. He passively aggressively says, “She usually gets her way, and I just go along with it,” while she snipes, “I think [Weight Watchers] worked for Matt because I did it for him.” And then she ends the commercial with “Happy wife, happy life, right?” Oh, that old trope. Take note, Weight Watchers: women don’t like to be sold things by terrible, naggy ladies. It’s an old, stupid stereotype, so stop it, guys.
Here are just a few of the many reasons I wake up every day pissed off that I’m not Margot Tenenbaum: child prodigy, award-winning author and playwright, perfect bob and the face to pull it off, mink coat, wooden finger, cold, haughty aloofness, perfect eyeliner application, marriage to Raleigh St. Clair, verboten romance with hot brother Richie, affair with Eli Cash. She is my dream girl insofar as in my dreams, I am her. But you know who I think is super, super lame? Like, the lamest? Gwyneth Paltrow! She is cripplingly lame. I can’t even reconcile her acting ability with her actual existence because I’m just like, oh my god, Goop, put your Margot clothes back on already for Christ’s sake. Keep reading »