Monday, February 4, 2008

Hair Tells A Story

i might be completely alone in all this, but it's only been about a week out and i'm already sick to fucking death of the sunsilk ads. i saw the first monstrosity while in my car driving to who knows where. it was a 60’ marilyn billboard pasted upon some unfortunate, indentured building.

at first, i must admit that i actually thought it clever… marylin with ghosts of her former self monochromatically silhouetted in her iconic do. i reflected to myself, “now that’s smart marketing!”

but too much too soon, sunsilk.

the cherry of pretty much every media outlet has now been plowed by the unstoppably, overly compensatory phallice of the sunsilk marketing budget. You can’t open a newspaper, magazine or your own front door without seeing some fucking ad for this lame ass product. and of course, there was the $2M price tag for the :30 spot at superbowl XLII.

the current campaign does beats the shit out of the earlier ads that had that annoying little gay dude from sex and the city insulting us into buying this shit, but seriously… where is it going to all end?

i feel like the sunsilk ads are dangerously close to marrying a pair of dusty pirate boots and begging us to look at her nether bits.

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