In the terrifying tradition of the Glade Lady and the Ikea Demoness, the Palm Pre Tranquilizer Girl is the latest spokeswoman to freak me the fuck out. Seriously, she's on Vicodin or something. Either that or she's an android. Whatever she is, her ineffable calm and lack of affect while trippy music play in the background is freaking me out, maaaaaaan! You just know those bucolic scenes behind her is riddled with the graves of those she bludgeoned to death with her sexy new cellphone.
Anyway, why is it the only commercial people who do this to me are always women? Is the advertising industry trying to say that women are evil and/or insane, so you'd better buy this product lest they knock on your door and devour you?
No comments:
Post a Comment