So the entire point of this stupid ad for Doritos Obesity Chips is that they are shaped like triangles.* It would make more sense if the point was that you're better off eating metal triangles than the carefully-engineered-to-be-addictive Death Crunchies being pitched in this Hi-LARIOUS commercial that loses any semblance of cleverness roughly 8 seconds in but keeps going and going and going for so long you'd be excused if you thought that the Energizer Bunny was going to make an appearance.
*shaped like triangles, not actually triangles- unless triangles normally come bent, broken, and looking more like soggy tissue paper than anything with three straight sides.
"Millions of people will tune in to the Superbowl, and many of them will be watching just for the ads..."
Yes, I am aware. There's a name for these people. They are called Sad Losers.
Seriously, though- if you are the kind of person who will sit in front of the television for more than three hours just waiting for the stupid sportsball stuff to take a break so you can get back to enjoying those awesome, awesome advertisements, well, I don't want to meet you and I don't want to know what went so terribly wrong with your life. Commercials are an annoyance that we've largely moved beyond with streaming services- that is, we who have agreed to pay a set monthly price instead of being begged to buy stuff every few minutes and being told that our lives are not and will not be worth living until we can crash through the woods in this truck, download this app, text into this phone or ingest this drug. I don't care which actor I thought had died years ago makes a "surprise" guest appearance in an ad for Doritos Obesity Chips during the first quarter, and I don't care how "cleverly" I'm being sold everything from Payday Loans But Now It's Through Your Phone So That's Different to Wendy's Cheese and Carb Sandwiches Prepared by Mental Midgets. The commercials are the painful part of the Big Game- an excuse to take a quick walk outside to stretch, grab some more snacks, or - here's the most revolutionary idea- start up a conversation with someone you are sharing the experience with. Most of the time, I watch this game by myself, with the mute button on. On occasions like tonight- when I'm at a Superbowl Party- I'll be ignoring the ads, and trying extra hard to ignore the other people in the room who insist on commenting (or, worse, laughing) at them. If everyone else insists on paying attention to the ads, I'll do the most 21st century thing I can do and just stare at my phone. Gotta fit in somehow.
This App and a hundred others just like it that suddenly by total coincidence started to pop up right around the economy tanked a couple of years back (and at exactly the same time that a hundred ways to gamble your money away on football games through your phone suddenly became available, which I'm sure is also a coincidence) can sell itself as a way to "get your money early" all it wants. But it's just new lipstick on an old pig: We've had short-term payday loans for centuries now. Then we had "Rapid Refund" which meant nothing more than "give us your tax refund in exchange for some money that doesn't quite equal that refund right now." We have "Annuity" services that offer a bird in the hand to people who are stupid with money or just plain desperate. Right now, there are at least half a dozen places within walking distance of where I'm typing that will gladly lend me money at exorbitant interest rates.
Know what they all have in common with this App? They all take advantage of people who live paycheck to paycheck. They set up those people- the people who are least able to part with any of their money, the people who already live on the margins- with a debt spiral that seeks to prove that you can, actually, get blood from a stone. And they make it seem so fast, easy, and convenient- just like brick and mortar payday lenders, without the embarrassment of actually walking into one of those places. This is just another sign of the times, and it's really, really sad.
Trigger warning: This one is going to be mean. That is to say, even more mean than usual.
I'm sorry, but- does anything jump out at you about pretty much every person in this commercial? The couple walking on the beach, and 67% of their offspring. The nurse practitioner that the guy goes to see about how every time he eats 200 tacos at one sitting he suffers from heartburn, or something (there's no audio, but I'm really good at reading lips, so I'm 99% positive that's what he's complaining about.) The med tech who takes the order for more tests. The second nurse practitioner who then gives silent but I'm sure sage advice to the other parental unit we saw influencing the tides on the beach earlier.
See it now? I mean, I'm not wrong here, am I?
Practically every freaking person in this commercial about health care providers is suffering from morbid obesity- the pandemic nobody wants to talk about. The one that has been out of control for several decades now and is only getting worse; in fact, which is actually becoming normalized in commercials that have nothing to do with health, which is bad enough without just casually normalizing it in an ad which is supposed to be ALL ABOUT HEALTH. The first patient had a BLOCKAGE IN AN ARTERY but we don't end the ad with him taking a brisk walk or serving salad to his dangerously overweight family, "lesson learned and lifestyle adjusted." Nope. We see him sitting on his butt strumming a guitar.
But hell, why should we expect him to be getting good health advice from people who wouldn't take it for themselves? Sorry, Registered Nurses- but I wouldn't go to a dentist with bad teeth, I wouldn't hire Pee Wee Herman to be my personal trainer, and I simply can't take you seriously as long as you are carrying around excess deadly adipose tissue. If all you did was get this guy to a surgeon to have expensive, dangerous surgery and then sent him back into the world to resume a terrible lifestyle that he's sharing with his wife and passing on to his children, well, it's hard for me to consider you "health specialists" at all. I mean, thanks for the stent and everything, but shouldn't we be talking about preventive care? I mean, just to pass the time before my next 911 call?
In 2012, I noticed increased sensitivity on one side of my mouth. I went to my "dentist" (I use that phrase very loosely. She didn't take insurance, and she didn't take credit cards. She had an office and used those tools you generally associate with the practice, but I'm not at all sure she was actually a dentist. She was always very sketchy and I stayed with her way too long) who prescribed a special toothpaste that did nothing.
About two years later, I dumped this "dentist" and went to another one, who decided to ignore my complaints about stabbing pain on the left side of my mouth and give me a referral to see an oral surgeon about a burn mark on the roof of my mouth. I threw the referral away along with that dentist's number. Then I went to another dentist who sprayed my teeth with a numbing agent which gave me relief for a few hours and fitted me for a mouth guard to prevent teeth grinding. I wore it. Nothing changed. I had pretty much given up on ever biting down on my left side ever again without feeling pain.
Then, last year, I found my new dentist. First, he filed down some of my teeth because he said they were not landing properly. That didn't work, and the pain intensified. Finally, he told me "you need a root canal. Right now." The next day, I had that procedure done (all the jokes are true. It's a horrible thing to go through.) I was in pain for two days, but since then I've had zero problems biting down on my left side. For the first time in a decade, I can chew normally.
And it only took four dentists.
The bottom line: If your dentist tries to brush you off (no pun intended) with "try a toothpaste for sensitivity," ask right then and there what happens if (when) it doesn't work, and make a follow-up appointment for the following month. Ask if it's a root canal issue. And don't think for one minute that a spray or paste is going to solve the problem if it's been a problem for any length of time. The dentist in this ad is taking money to recommend Sensodyne, and I'm sorry, but that's not the way to put the needs of the patient first. Do your job, dentists. Do. Your. Damn. Job.
Or you could, you know, just go out and meet actual human people and have actual face-to-face conversations with them instead of spending another year obsessed with your stupid electronic drug of choice. Just a thought.
You raised a guy who looks like he's approaching middle-age and not only works at the local Wendy's, but spends a ridiculous amount of time either waxing poetic about the "food" he sells or playing with it.
Maybe you made good French Toast, lady, but you probably should have let the feral cats living behind the dumpster outside the 7-11 manage the education of your son. He's a pretty sad case, overall. And if you don't believe me, I guess you weren't around when he was convinced that the fat customer- no, the fat customer with a beard- no, that PARTICULAR fat customer with a beard- was Santa Claus. Or that other time he was gazing at stretchy cheese like a baby fascinated with car keys. Maybe next time get that lead paint scraped from the living room wall BEFORE you get pregnant. Just a bit of free advice, no need to thank me.
