This morning, while getting ready for work, the television was on, and an advertisement which was playing Janice Joplin's "Heartbreaker" was playing.
Now, I'm a fan of Janice Joplin.* I really like her music. Sure, she was before my time, and my parents hated her music, but I love it. It may figure, as I'm a fan of Jimi Hendrix as well, so I have a taste for the blues and blues influenced music.
Anyhow, as the ad was playing, I stopped to watch it. It was a Dior perfume advertisement.
My gosh, that's weird. Janice was one messed up woman, but I seriously doubt she'd approve of any of her music being used for perfume. Perfume wearing is sort of basically anti-Janice. Man.
Beyond that, the whole theme of the ad is weird, in relation to the music, which makes me wonder if anyone really ever listens to the lyrics of any song, ever.
In the ad, a bride at a wedding has a crisis, and fleas the groom, strips off her wedding dress, is lifted up into a helicopter, kisses the man therein, and flies off, presumably to a life of adventure.
In the song, an anguished singer cries out her love for a man who is mistreating her, professing her desperate undying love no matter what, in spite of the vast pain that man is causing the singer.
Boo hiss, Dior.
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*In spite of her death years ago, Janice Joplin is so familiar to our household that everyone had no problems in immediately recognizing the reference when I named a stray female cat in the neighborhood Janice. She's small, has long haired, and extremely disheveled. She's also desperately in love with our disinterested male cat and she hangs around trying to sing screechy songs to him in a very loud voice.
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