And The World Would Be A Better Place Without…
So the last couple of Tuesdays I took aim at a couple of subjects that were probably the equivalent of challenging a bunny to a thumb-having contest.
Everyone with ears knows that Brokencyde is a terrible band. Just as everyone with eyes knows that the only people who wear Ed Hardy t-shirts are either mentally disabled or from Indiana (Same difference? Zing!).
This week I figured it was time to tackle a much more controversial topic, so please feel free to buckle all of your respective seat belts.
Any and All Period Related Commercials
These days it seems like I can’t get through a single episode of Seinfeld on FOX, Seinfeld on TBS or Seinfeld on my DVR without 30 or so odd seconds of some girl complaining about her flow.
Period commercials are fucking gross. They are also totally unnecessary.
Whatever women have decided to make their personal hygiene product of choice no doubt comes from years of experience and experimentation. I have a feeling that an ad campaign based around one teenager explaining to another why she can’t go horseback riding isn’t going to change that anytime soon.
It’s bad enough that you’re hit with a constant barrage of them anytime your girlfriend/wife might be taking her turn with the remote and a channel that is decidedly female-centric is on (ie, Lifetime, Oxygen, VH1, etc), but when I have to sit through one when I’m simply trying to watch a program about BBQ on The Food Network at 2am, well that’s just not right.
To clarify: I have absolutely no problem with vaginas in general. I understand they are the givers of life blah, blah, blah. And no one can deny they’re a landslide winner in the contest of which private part looks less awkward and disgusting. But until someone comes up with an equally annoying group of ads directed toward men (perhaps for some type of product that can prevent your balls from literally trying to climb up inside of your body during winter?) it’s really just got to stop.
And that’s all I got.
It’s cold and nasty out (again) today. I’ll probably do some laundry this afternoon and depending on just how barf-proof I’m feeling, I might do my best to stomach Mickey Rourke’s plastic surgery induced cat face and watch The Wrestler.
Blackhawks 1. Canada 0. Well at least until later this week when the divisional semis start in Vancouver. I really like their chances though and as my friend Emily so eloquently texted me the last time they faced the Canucks, “Fuck those creepy Sedin d-bags right in their dumb identical faces.”
I scoured the internet for over two minutes in order to find one of my favorite articles of all-time to re-post for you guys. You can read it right here (and seriously, please do).
If you were interested in seeing just how Obama’s Administration has changed the outlook in your place of residence during his first 100 days, just follow this link and roll over your state.
The Bulls are on early tonight and it will be interesting to see whether Ben Gordon is repeatedly grabbing his crotch or his hamstring. And after the game Melby and I are cruising over to Ian’s so I can fulfill a lifelong dream and get some macaroni and cheese pizza.
And if by some chance you were looking to take guitar lessons, you’re welcome. Darren Robinson (guitar player for the super-awesome Phantom Planet) is actually giving private lessons via webcam over the internet. This video is just a little spoof he did to promote himself and I thought it was pretty clever.
