Monday, April 27, 2009
Is anyone else disturbed by the strange Burger King ad that features dancing girls with phone books tucked in their shorts gyrating to the strains of that most eloquent ode to the backside, Sir Mixalot's "I Like Big Butts?" Except it's changed to square butts and Burger King is (and yes, I think this is the right word) pimping children's meals. Somehow the innocent SpongeBob SquarePants has also landed into this quagmire of strangeness. And the Burger King guy just looks like a pedophile. I don't know why I think this; the only pedophile I knew was the funeral director that lived next door and he looked like a normal guy except for a real fondness for Brilocream. Sufficed to say, one dab did not do him.
I find NPR (I am the killjoy in the car who says, If you don't turn that shit off, I will stab myself in the eyes) and political correctness a total bore, but come on! I liked Sir Mixalot back when his ode to women's butts seemed a lovely counterpart to the whole hideously thin movement that had taken over. I'm starting to believe that the rumors that they have bars in ad agencies where people can guzzle vodka straight and come up with ideas. I don't eat at Burger King -- for some reason, nothing there appeals to me. Somehow, though, I think I could have come up with a better ad.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas." Molly Ivins
Drinking memoir suggestion: Unravelled Maria Housden
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday! Thanks for all well wishes -- I'm glad not to have the evil swine flu. Stay well, my dears! I'll be catching up on all e-mail and everything else in the next two days. My big project only needs the final touches and like my lovely girl Jodi says, It's summer! Time to have some fun, catch up on blogs and friends, and prepare for whatever the next year of my life holds. This one certainly didn't pull any punches!