Unfortunately the hustle and bustle of daily life has inhibited my ability to write for a few days. For that, I am sorry. So suck it 🙂
Apology accepted, obviously; so moving on.
I was watching TV last night and one of those assanine commercials for some prescription drug came on the television. As I was watching I found my mind scrambling off and wondering who the hell creates the plots for these commercials? They really are the most ridiculous things and I don’t know how they could possibly entice anyone to ask about the product. Instead of thinking that the drug may help them, I feel like everyone should probably be questioning what is wrong with the people in the commercial and are they acting that way because of this drug.
The one I was watching that caused me to start on this mental rant was one for severely dry eyes. The woman complaining about her normal eye drops (because her life is oh-so-difficult) was speaking to her eye doctor who happens to be some hot, 20-something year-old, smoky voiced, red head woman. I’m pretty sure 1 out of 100 people’s doctor looks like that (if you even have a consistent eye doctor). To seal the deal on the commercial, the closing lines revolve around the Dr. reassuring her whiney patient that she uses the prescription eye drops as well. “Once a day, everyday.” Sorry, just checking, but isn’t that just a little bit redundant? On top of that, I couldn’t stop laughing because it reminded me of the Sex Panther cologne scene in Anchorman. “60% of the time, it works every time.”
I should really start compiling a list of all my favorites, but here are some others I thought about off the top of my head…
Just when you thought the Viagra commercials were enough, they come out with “Enzyte” and happy-go-lucky Bob. Complete with the creepy “I’m going to rape you” permanent smile and a jovial jaunt because, let’s face it, who doesn’t look like that when they may or may not have an enlarged permanent erection? What also gets me with this commercial is that Bob here is not all that attractive. Maybe to some people, but I wouldn’t put him at the top of everyone’s list. Despite this, he always has women lined up around the block to “sit on santa bob’s lap”. So now, this commercial is also saying that women only like men who have giant you know what’s. That’s cool; I appreciate the insinuated shallow appearance and solely sex oriented display of women. It’s completely realistic. Wait until they find out Bob’s a fake.
I wish I could remember the name for this one, but you all should hopefully know what I’m talking about. My next favorite is the “birth control pill” (I think it may be Yasmin?) that isn’t really a birth control pill. Oh you’re confused? Don’t worry. My friends and I will explain the entire purpose of the pill while we’re sitting here in this night club. If the point of the drug isn’t enough, don’t sweat it. We’ll also tell you its possible side effects, when you should take it, who to talk to if you want it, and oh, maybe you shouldn’t take it with alcohol. Only we can… because we’re at a night club. As far as I know, whilst attending a club, one does not usually break down the ins and outs of a prescription drug, and if he or she tried to, the friend’s of said person a) probably wouldn’t be able to hear and b) wouldn’t give two shits. Even with all this being said, make sure you put out ANOTHER commercial a little while later explaining it even further at another (or the same) club because consumers obviously didn’t get its purpose the first time and you still want to be witty. No, sorry to break it to you, but you aren’t fooling me when you’re having a friendly conversation with your friends and suddenly sound like the “Drug Facts” label on the side of a box.
HA HA! Update! I was Google-stalking pictures for these things and I have encountered something very interesting. The dry-eye stuff is called “Restasis”. The doctor? She’s legit. Well, at least according to their website. So, there’s your 1 in 100. Now go count 100 more and see what you get.