Stupid Comercials

brightlyiburn

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You know, if I didn't already hate Valentine's Day, I would now.
I've seen two comercials in the last fifteen minutes that are meant to give guys "advice" on what to get his girlfriend. The first one was bad enough. It was about a site where you could buy "pajamas" for your sweetie. You know the kind I'm talking about. And the comercial is like "It will only take you minutes, but she'll think you were planning this for months!" Which is dumb, really. Besides which, how many straight guys could actually pick out decent pjs? The ones my sister's boyfriend got for her for Christmas were most certainly hideous.

So in comes the second comercial, for "Vermont Teddy Bears". They show these women all cooing over the teddybears and the guy's girlfriend is like "I can't wait to give him my surprise" in this really cheesy, "sexy" voice.

It's so lame! "Here guys, get this for your girlfriend so you can get laid!" Yeah, real romantic :rolleyes:

What the hell ever happened to something thoughtful and sweet because you love somebody, not because you want to get laid?
 
You see what I mean. Juveniles. Amateurs. :)

Just kidding. Guys can grow out of it, get better at it. But I admit, not all do, not by half. The higher, the fewer-- that's the rule, every time. Some guys and some women, too, stop growing. They peak in high school. It's sad, but it's clearly true.

But we are out there. Commercials are never anything to go on. I can tell you that the homogenized ideas ad copy people project of their target audiences are constructed out of moonshine. People live very individual lives; they just don't let most people know how odd they are. Cynicism is just a defense mechanism. Know when to drop it.

cantdog
 
cantdog said:
You see what I mean. Juveniles. Amateurs. :)

Just kidding. Guys can grow out of it, get better at it. But I admit, not all do, not by half. The higher, the fewer-- that's the rule, every time. Some guys and some women, too, stop growing. They peak in high school. It's sad, but it's clearly true.

But we are out there. Commercials are never anything to go on. I can tell you that the homogenized ideas ad copy people project of their target audiences are constructed out of moonshine. People live very individual lives; they just don't let most people know how odd they are. Cynicism is just a defense mechanism. Know when to drop it.

cantdog

Sometimes comercials work. Sometimes they don't. It depends not only on the product but the delivery.
And then there are some comercials that I see...well, like those Olympic beer comercials. With those people who could only run about two steps. And all I could think was like...what the hell were the ad execs thinking? I don't think anyone would see people who ran two steps and then think that drinking beer was a good idea.
 
How do commercials work? I've never seen a commercial that works. I've never, ever gone out and bought anything at all because I've seen a commercial about it. Even when I'm thinking about buying that exact product, I've never gone out and bought that specific one because of a commercial.

Or did you mean some commercials are better than others?

Commercials would impress me a lot more if they simply said "This is our product." Maybe then they'd bring the price of the damn thing down instead of making me pay the wages for a room full of people to sit on their arses all day instead of working down a mine or melting steel or building houses or something.
 
gauchecritic said:
How do commercials work? I've never seen a commercial that works. I've never, ever gone out and bought anything at all because I've seen a commercial about it. Even when I'm thinking about buying that exact product, I've never gone out and bought that specific one because of a commercial.

Or did you mean some commercials are better than others?

Commercials would impress me a lot more if they simply said "This is our product." Maybe then they'd bring the price of the damn thing down instead of making me pay the wages for a room full of people to sit on their arses all day instead of working down a mine or melting steel or building houses or something.

While I generally find that most comercials make me think I'd never buy what they're pitching, every now and then something gets to me. Usually food comercials. Like "Oh, yeah, that does sound good..."
I think it just depends on how you live. If you're a stay at home mom, you may actually find a comercial for some sort of convienent cooking device to be appealing. Like those comercials for that stackable tupperware. I could see if you liked to cook, or if you were a culinary student perhaps, then that might appeal to you.
If you aren't inclined to that sort of thing...if say your hobby is writing or art, if you aren't normally the type of person who spends a lot...then chances are you wouldn't find comercials appealing in general.
I know my grandma got some of that tupperware recently. It's easy to handle, and she's been dealing with a torn rotater cuff for months, so probably she felt that that would make things a bit easier on her.
 
brightlyiburn said:
While I generally find that most comercials make me think I'd never buy what they're pitching, every now and then something gets to me. Usually food comercials. Like "Oh, yeah, that does sound good..."
...
I know my grandma got some of that tupperware recently. It's easy to handle, and she's been dealing with a torn rotater cuff for months, so probably she felt that that would make things a bit easier on her.

Sorry to hear about your Grandma. Tupperware or not, her fastball will never be the same. :(

The commercial that does it for me is that one for the set of kitchen knives, and I don't even like to cook! Every time I see it, I just think of the last time I tried to slice a tomato with the wedding-gift set that I got in the divorce.
 
Huckleman2000 said:
Sorry to hear about your Grandma. Tupperware or not, her fastball will never be the same. :(

The commercial that does it for me is that one for the set of kitchen knives, and I don't even like to cook! Every time I see it, I just think of the last time I tried to slice a tomato with the wedding-gift set that I got in the divorce.

Do yourself a favor and stay far away from those knives.
A few year back, my sister was (briefly, as with most of her job ventures) selling knives for the company Cut-Co. Talk about some sharp knives. She and her boyfriend cut themselves on them.
So some months back I'm sitting at the doctors, waiting to have braces made for my wrists (that I never used because they were made wrong). A kid was sitting to the side of me, getting a wrapping changed. He had stitches all down his hand and wrist that apparently he'd gotten from trying to cut apart frozen hamburgers with a knife.
Jokingly, I asked if it was a Cut-Co knife. He told me it was.
If you see a comercial where they demonstrate a knife sharp enough to easily slice through rope...believe it. And don't buy it.
 
I bought some. Cutco uses door-to-door people, and he was a friend of a friend, so we allowed ourselves to be, what we call, "homeless waifed" into a few knives. They remain sharp, but they are ugly fuckin knives. I like real steel and doing the sharpening bit, but having a pleasing-looking, utilitarian knife. I cook, though. Knives are an essential for that and for camping, which I also do. There's a satisfaction to honing a good blade sharp.
 
cantdog said:
Waht was this thread about, again?


LOL!!

Valentine's Day commercials?

Thoughtful gifts vs I want to get laid gifts?

Or whatever you want the thread to be about.
 
Oh yeah. I remember now.

Knives. My daughter dressed "like a girl," as she puts it, and went into a serious knife shop in the same town L.L. Bean is in. That place is a congeries of outlet stores.

Anyway, the counter help at a knife store is knife geeks. Boys who never get female attention. She came in-- and my daughter is voluptuous, not slim and supermodel-y. The young men's jaws had to be lifted back up off the countertop where they'd dropped to before they could speak. Or babble, really, which is what they did.

She explained what she was looking for, using all the right terminology, and then said, "...like this one," pulling her skirt knife (a Spyderco Cricket, if you're an aficionado) in one smooth motion from waistband to open-and-locked-in-the-hand. With a belated demureness, she lowered her eyes and placed the knife on the counter.

The whole room fell in love. Not only was she a GIRL, and a buxom girl, but she knew knives and could ready one in a split second, one-handed! They fell all over themselves to help her. It was laughable. I came in behind her and faded to the side, effacing myself to see her work her magic. It was priceless.

She was pretty darn smug for a while, after that.

Okay, back to Valentine's Day.

As you were, and stuff.
 
*clik* and she's out there like a nasty little claw, gleamin

wo.

The kid kicks ass in the knife store.
 
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