Yesterday during my daily walk I wrote a blog post in my head about the need to silence one’s inner editor-slash-insecure lit snob while writing a first draft (working title: “ralph intr.v. Slang. , ralphed , ralphing , ralphs . To vomit. [Imitative use of the personal name Ralph.]“).
It was, of course, scintillating, insightful and funny, and now that I have a spare hour to write it, I feel anything but. So I’ll save that for this weekend when theoretically I’ll be less exhausted and can do it better justice.
Meanwhile, celebrate Hump Day with a gander at the 15 Creepiest Vintage Ads of All Time. Personally I don’t agree with Retro Comedy’s ranking; I think this one should be closer to number 1.
I don’t even get this ad. How does a guy with a bad tan yelling at an indifferent, dare I say uppity, woman translate into a burning desire to buy postage meters?
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WTF??
I don’t get it either.
I am partial to number #9!
“How does a guy with a bad tan yelling at an indifferent, dare I say uppity, woman translate into a burning desire to buy postage meters?” you ask.
I wonder why any reasonable person would believe that their choice of transportation gives them personality and/or appeal to the object(s) of their lust. That type of ad doesn’t seem to have gone out of fashion, but makes no more sense than the postage meter one.