“The first time I ever chewed a piece of Nicorette gum one of my close friends’ mother gave it to me. I think she thought she was giving me a piece of regular gum. I was chewing it and it was like a party in my mouth. It was like fireworks and ‘Oh my god, I’m talking a million miles per hour and I love this gum and what kind of gum is this? I have to have this gum.’”
– Jessica Simpson, never a smoker, on “The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.” I have never been a smoker, nor have I ever chewed Nicorette, so I asked some friends who’ve quit by using the nicotine gum, who described it as: “fruity, like regular gum with a candy-like coating”; “the aftertaste is very medicinal”; “it burns and upsets the stomach”; “uh, it tastes like an ashtray.” Well, I guess we know what Jessica’s fresh, un-brushed breath smells like now. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
This French public service announcement is kind of like one of those eye trick images where you see either a vase or the outline of two faces. Is it trying to say that smoking is like giving a BJ to the tobacco industry? Or is the message that oral sex is as risky as smoking a ciggy? Well, Slate Double X has cleared it up with their handy-dandy French translation skills. Apparently, it’s the former—the text at the bottom reads, “Smoking is being tobacco’s slave,” and a spokesperson for the ad agency that made it explains, “The goal was simply to say ‘You are subjecting yourself to smoking.’ There is no analogy between sex and tobacco.” Huh? Also, I’m a little confused as to why, in the two male versions of the ad, the exec is wearing his suit jacket, while in the version with a teenage girl, he’s down to just his dress shirt? Or am I just reading too much into this now? [Double X] Keep reading »
Nothing says “Happy Holidays” like a carton of smokes, especially when it’s designed with Christmas greens and pine combs. So seasonal! As you can see in this black-and-white commercial, a carton of Lucky Strikes looks “bright!” and “colorful!” under the tree and is sure to please any smoker with good taste. After all, it does say “Merry Christmas and Happy Smoking” two-hundred times.
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You can’t change the one you love. Your significant other isn’t a fixer-upper that you can repaint, renovate, and redecorate to suit your whims. Loving someone for who they could be, should be or as you see them in your dreams isn’t love: it’s self-absorption that says more about your own flaws than theirs. To totally massacre President Kennedy’s famous call to action, ask not what love can do for you, but what you can do for love. Keep reading »