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Saturday, December 15, 2018

Why Are Christmastime Perfume Advertisements So Weird?

Why are Christmastime perfume ads so excessively weird? 

Okay, that's weird.  But we didn't mean that sort of weird.

Do women really spend piles of time laying around swimming pools waiting for guys with scruffy beards to show up and molest them? 

Are Italian men actually all overdeveloped mutes?  Was it their inability that doomed their efforts in World War Two?

Italian soldier surrendering to British troops, World War Two.  Or is he just headed to the swimming pool of French speaking wanton Italian women who populate perfume ads?

Are all Italian women actually hanging out by large bodies of water apparently stoned out of their minds and waiting to be taken by the aforementioned mute?

Italian women, circa 1905-15. Waiting for their spot at the pool?

Is it really the case that the state of education has declined in France to such extent that the only sentences that French women can utter are about three or four words long and all have to do with adoring somebody?

The Countess d'Haussonville, leader of the Union of French Women and wartime (WWI) participant in Red Cross efforts in France.  It's almost as if she knew how to say more than "J'adore", or whatever.

Is it really the case that all American women are in their 20s and the seeming victims of Auschwitz starvation, given their pixie like weight, and they hang around on beaches looking pissed off all the time (they're probably hungry) and saying one word sentences of wanton wanting?

Young women smiling. . . and eating. . . maybe those commercial chicks are just really hungry?

Is anything depicted in a perfume advertisement even an appropriate thing to think in the Me Too age?


Is all of this really necessary to sell something which, frankly, just stinks?