Spent a significant part of the last two days preparing and practicing my conversational French to take part in an interview by a French skeptical show (more details when it’s closer to airing). Most of my preparations were for naught, though, as the interviewer apparently intended from the get-go to interview me in English and overdub us. So. Yeah. I got to try out some French, and hope some of it makes the final cut, but when we went off script the interviewer suggested we switch to English to be sure we got my nuances correct. All in all, it was a blast. I suspect I misspoke at least two spots, and will happily correct them if they end up on the final show.
Meanwhile, I have so many blogospherics to catch up on. As soon as work is over tomorrow (err… today, I guess, but to me it’s never tomorrow til I’ve slept), and I’ve fulfilled all my pre-vacation promises and set my duties to coast for two weeks, I’ll have a lot more brainshare to spend on finding and delivering premium quality whargarbl.
Like this nonsense, for instance. They call it the Morning-After Pill…ow. You know, in case your fucktoy decides she wants to snuggle longer than your contractually-obligated dude-time. Sure beats telling your lady friend that you’re a jerk!
I understand these were actually being sold, like, for realzies, in Brazil. I don’t know about North America. Chances are these are not really available, and the whole ad was just a stupid sexist joke. At least Axe isn’t TRYING to lower the bar here, but it’d be nice if they just kept that bar level for a while. A level where it’s so low a toddler put into the PR role could stumble over it.
Axe is already a lost cause for gender essentialism, sexism, objectification and commodification of women, and ridiculous and toxic levels of chauvinism and hypermasculinity (with a liberal side helping of the misandry that goes with telling men that they’re nothing if they can’t attract a woman like wildlife to Snow White, never mind how reductionist that is to the women in question), but sometimes I just gotta shake my damned head. The whole “big concept” of this ad depends entirely on bitches bein’ too dumb to tell the difference between a human being and a plastic bag full of air with muscles painted on.
I mean COME ON.
At least the plastic bag isn’t a total asshole!