Twisted Sister & Writing Slut Meg here hijacking the Sluts blog for a rant.
I’ve had it! Seriously! The ads on TV are getting terrible! If I believed every promise made, I’d be thin, rich, have the perfectly cleaned house, kids, critters, and dressed to the nines with thick luxurious full hair that never needs roots dyed!
Come on, ad people. Shouting at me — ala Staples commercial, I immediately put a choke hold on the remote to switch channels. I’m mad enough to fire off a nasty gram to Staples. If I filed frivolous law suits, I’d do it on the basis of NO SLEEP. (I set the sleep timer on the TV and have been rudely awoken by that stupid commercial. No hate comments, please. I’ve trained DH that this is the way it has to be.)
And if that damn Burger King dude ever appeared at the end of my bed, he’d be missing that scary head. How does that not give small children and grown children, too, nightmares? Give me Tony Stewart munching a burger over me any night, well, almost any night. I’m at that age where sleep is sometimes much more necessary than — well, you can guess where my mind is going. I’d scooch DH & Rocky over, then pat the newly warm empty place. Now, that would get me to eat at Burger King! Eat X number of Whoopers to win a chance to see Tony! Of course, I’d be the size of the Goodyear Blimp. How attractive would that be?
As writers, we spin our worlds to our liking, so why can’t the advertising business? It isn’t that hard! I wrote radio ads–much like back cover blurbs. Get me into your product.
What TV commercials have you diving for the remote?