I have a very nice apartment in a good location that doesn't have invasive weeds. I don't care where this guy's house is- I'll trade my apartment for his ridiculous palace any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Because I'll just dump enough chemicals to make Rachel Carson rise from the grave and chastise me instead of running around my multi-million dollar abode complaining about WEEDS.
I don't know why anyone finds the endless whining of the upper middle class interesting, let alone funny, but I guess that's just my problem.
"We love our house." Shut up after uttering these words. Enough already.
Really, what else is there to add? This woman has an unbreakable bond with-- her electronic devices. She simply MUST go from screen to screen, and every moment that she isn't staring at a glowing box is a lost moment that she can't get back....or something.
And to make it worse, the message seems to be that in the tiny fractions of her life in which she is not looking at that way-too-important human connectivity substitute, the devices are calling to her. Well, yeah, as I understand it this is exactly how addictions DO feel. She's not dealing with "food noise" or "alcohol noise" or "nicotine noise." She's dealing with electronics noise- she MUST get to a place where she can get out her phone or her tablet or SOMETHING and get back to staring at something glowing and stupid before that voice in her head reminding her that she hasn't looked at an expensive box of plastic, metal and glass for several seconds drives her nuts.
Yeah, this is an advertisement for....um, well, therapy, actually. But if you ask the people who made it, its an ad for Galaxy or foldable phones or something. And if you ask the people in the comments sections, it's about a remix of a great song that we must must must download right now Because Reasons. And if you ask one particular person in the comments, its a desperate lunge for attention from total strangers in the form of a truly pathetic "please comment" story about a dog dying. What gets into some people? I have no idea, and I'm not sure I even want to.
Wow- for having nothing left to add, I sure ended up having plenty to add.
I'm not at all sure why we are supposed to celebrate this pasty white guy's appropriation of Mexican cuisine for profit; is it because he seems to earnest and enthusiastic about his stupid small business which- I'm sorry, I don't care what he says- is exploiting people much, much less fortunate than himself for the sole purpose of making one more White American wealthy off the backs of poor people in another country?
And am I the only one who thinks the phrase "bringing matzah to the masses"* is equal parts cringe and condescension? Who are the masses, Mr. Super Important Business Owner? Am I part of those faceless "masses?" Well, if you ever accidentally ask my opinion, I'll tell you where you can jam your credit card, your small business, AND your matzah. And here's a spoiler alert: It's not going to be pleasant.
*apparently I'm NOT the only one who found this line somewhat (entirely) lacking in taste; it's been purged from the latest version of the ad. This still stinks of the ugly American, though.
Also- am I even hearing that right? I think he's saying "matzah" and the commenters think he's saying "matzah," but does a company that mass-produces matzah even make sense? The masses know what matzah is and what it tastes like; I know this because we aren't buying it. I wouldn't eat it if you gave me a plate of it for free, but this guy thinks I'd love it if I just could find a way to buy it? What the hell?
Good luck trying to convince your insurance company that the flashy TV commercial and cool music strongly implied that it would be perfectly safe to pass that giant truck with no hands on the wheel (and, while we're at it, singing instead of paying attention to what is going on around you.)
Hopefully you won't have to try the same explanation/alibi on any grieving parents; they probably won't buy your "but the glowing screen said it was OK plus I love Queen plus its so fun to use alleged safety devices to show off" protestations as they bury their loved ones, victims of your overbearing entitlement.
Seriously, this is a great commercial if the point is to convince people to take the freaking train and stay off the highways.
1. Eating something is a "Hunger Hack?" Wow, it must be the original hack. And why is it called a "hack" at all? Oh right- because the cool kids don't say "quick fix," they say "hack." And Burger King is cool, yo. I mean, they don't even refer to themselves as "Burger King" anymore- it's BK. Because initials are cool, too.
2. Eating what "BK" laughably calls "food" isn't even a quick fix for hunger. Anyone who eats the ultra-processed sludge being dished out by fast food places knows that the sludge stimulates hunger, it doesn't alleviate it. But a lot of people don't know that it's designed to stimulate hunger and make you come back for more. And more. And more. Nobody ever got rich making food that satisfies hunger, after all. Plenty of people however continue to get very, very rich making food that leaves the consumer unsatisfied, and addicted.
3. "You Rule!" Who, me? Why do I rule? Because I followed an artificial "craving" to your garbage pail disguised as a restaurant and gave you my money? Well, thanks very much, I guess. You Suck. You Suck really, really hard. Royally, even.
"Do you wanna bet on live sports?" If the answer is "yes," the next line should be "why? Can't find a hobby that WON'T put everything in your life that you value at serious risk?"
Instead, it's a tornado of gaudy imagery which makes your desire to bet on live sports look exciting and fun and (based on this guy's cadence) downright masculine.
"Join now and discover the POWER of the world's Favorite Sports Book!" Like the power to get you hooked faster than alcohol or crack? Like the power to destroy your finances, relationships, and basically everything that currently makes your life worth living? Well, that certainly does sound powerful. Attractive? Not really. But powerful? Absolutely.
"Build your own Bet." That does sound better than "Dig your own Grave" or "Choose your own Poison," I'll give you that....
"You can even bet on games that are still being played." Dramatic Pause and stare into the camera. "Seriously."
This is new? I've seen commercials for betting apps that allow one to bet inning by inning. Might as well walk into an AA meeting and remind the participants that they don't have to guzzle that bottle of Scotch in two minutes; they can get drunk one shot at a time. "Seriously."
"And if you can't watch the games live, we'll alert you of any changes." "So you can take advantage of that gun or balcony you find yourself on when you realize that you won't be able to pay your mortgage this month. Again." (Naturally, the ad features a guy being delighted by the update. Because just like in Vegas, betters never lose, right?)
"Let's end by reiterating that this is the world's favorite sports app. And let's take a moment to thank the current generation of bored, lonely and economically unstable people who make garbage like this popular, and the incredibly lax regulations which allow us to pitch this life-destroying nonsense on network tv."
