Anyone can make a beer ad: boobs, butts, more boobs, and an ice cold brewski. Don Draper, we have a winner! It turns out that monkey advertising is very similar to that of their two-legged ancestors: sex sells. According to New Scientist, researchers will soon study the effect of ads on monkey behavior modification. Laurie Santos, the Yale University primatologist, and Keith Olwell and Elizabeth Kiehner, two New York ad execs, plan to advertise a tasty treat to brown capuchin monkeys who live in captivity. (They will probably use JELLO.) One treat will be advertised on “billboards” inside the monkeys’ enclosure and the other won’t be; when the capuchins are presented with the desserts, the researchers want to see if the advertising had any effect. But just how does one market JELLO to monkeys? Keep reading »
Oh, beer advertisements. What would I blog about without you? Bud Light Lime’s UFC sponsorship seamlessly blends panty-clad “ring girl” Arianny Celeste with “Bud Light” stamped on her ass (klassy!), lime slices gingerly covering her lady bits, and ultimate fighting/sexual innuendo like “I like a guy that can go more than one round!” Ay carumba, this is more softcore than some porns I’ve seen.
Men, don’t you resent being advertised to in this way? Or are you A-OK with the whole “tits, beer, more tits” thing? [AdWeek] Keep reading »
I can’t turn a corner without seeing the T-mobile ad with the pretty lady in a variety of gorgeous pink dresses. But this Sprint ad warning against an AT&T and T-mobile merger is kinda dodgy. I don’t necessarily disagree with the anti-monopoly politics of it (although I’ll leave that to the econ majors to explain to me). No, it’s the old man with a cigar in a pink polka dot dress and the co-option of AT&T’s tag line, “It makes sense if you don’t think about it,” that bugs me. Uh, men wearing women’s clothing makes sense if you don’t think about it? I’m all for spoofs, but this is kinda transphobic, don’t you think, Sprint? [Queerty] Keep reading »
“What color shall we paint the foyer?” is a boring conversation, no doubt. But does Klondike really have to portray listening to one’s wife talk for five whole seconds as a trial for a man? I get it: the game is on, he doesn’t care about the color, he’s trying to be polite. He deserves an ice cream! I guess portraying adult men as overgrown toddlers with no attention span pushes products?
After the jump, another Klondike commercial in which men — gasp! — are affectionate towards one another: Keep reading »
Isaiah Mustafa, we hardly knew you! There’s a new Old Spice guy in town now and he is immediately less impressive than the old Old Spice guy because, well, he doesn’t have a ripped body and isn’t wrapped in only a towel. Lame, Old Spice. You cannot get us hooked on a hot piece of man meat and then rip it away like that. Who is this new guy? Why is he fully clothed? And most importantly, is he going to film a personalized TV spot for us like Isaiah did?!?! This commercial for the brand’s Danger Zone line is funny, but I miss “Hello ladies.” [Ad Week] Keep reading »
Among what I’m sure are the many honors of Miss Turkey Gizem Memiç, the face of Carl’s Jr.’s
turkey burger is surely on top. In Carl’s Jr.’s latest commercial, Miss Turkey shills for the fast food joint’s turkey burgers in stiletto heels, a pageant sash and a custom-made bikini
with little turkey burgers printed on it. While Carl’s Jr. commercials are always gratuitously frat-tastic — boobs! fried meat! blowjob imagery
! — I have to admit that bikini is pretty awesome. Congratulations, Carl’s Jr., you made a commercial that’s approaching slightly tasteful. [YouTube
] Keep reading »