1. We get it after two times. We don't need to see dad pop back into the car more than that. We aren't stupid. We get it.
2. Of course mom has to be the total killjoy here. What are you worried about, TrophyMom? Hubby's going to be late for work? Seems to me that he's handled that well enough to buy that house and that car. Little girl is going to be late for Preschool? Seriously, I think that's a crisis she'll survive. What is the matter with you? Boyfriend already late and will be pulling into the driveway at any moment? Oh right- hubby is having fun with Daughter. Can't let that happen. Hubby's job is to make the money, pay the bills, and get Daughter to preschool. Mommy's job is to have fun with Daughter. Stay in your lane, dad!
3. Mom didn't deserve a sheepish "ok, ok, I'm going" from dad. She deserved a "WTF is your issue?" from dad. She doesn't get it because this is 2023 and women are always in the right in ads these days and- more important- dads are always in the wrong. Even when they are trying to spend some quality time with their children. When will you ever learn, Dads?
Ok, so the gawky weird guy is getting out of the Uber in front of the movie theater to start a blind date with Tara, aged 33 years. I'd assume that Tara didn't get a picture of Ned because otherwise she would have noped right out of there- I mean, come on, he's nowhere near good looking enough to be with this woman- but she recognizes him, so I guess she's all in. Desperation is a strange thing....
Ned (of course his name is Ned. Jeeeeeeshhh....) is instantly concerned about his plaque psoriasis (I can't believe it only took me three tries to get the spelling right) which brings me to the question I ask every single time I see one of these ads- why do people self-conscious about red splotches on their arms and legs wear less clothing than most beach-goers? It's like they WANT to feel uncomfortable. Just wear a long-sleeved shirt, you dope- it's an evening date, it's taking place almost entirely in an air-conditioned theater, I mean, what the hell?
I'd love to know what's happening on the screen when Ned and Tara react so violently that popcorn flies up (but not out) from Ned's bucket and soda flies up (but not out) of Tara's cup. I'd think it must be happening during the opening credits or even during the coming attractions because it doesn't look like they've consumed any of their snacks at all but that doesn't make any sense because we also see a guy already fast asleep. Judging from the look on Tara's face, it's a positive moment in the film, plus we see a little kid for whom the scene has no impact at all. Why do we see these other people anyway? What do they add to the story?
When the film is over, Ned and Tara exit the theater and Ned gives Tara the most stilted, awkward hug I've ever seen- the five percent chance he had of ever hearing from Tara again vanished with that hug, I guarantee it. I'm an expert on dating, you know.
Is this a new trend in dating- you just meet someone outside of a movie theater, sit next to them during a film, and then say goodbye when the film is over and go your separate ways? Who pays for the tickets and snacks in this arrangement? What's in it other than avoiding the "shame" of going to the movies by yourself? Other than running the risk of being seen sitting next to Ned- and getting that wooden hug at the end- this seems like a pretty sweet deal for Tara if Ned is my Boomer idea of a gentleman who paid for everything.
Oh yeah, this commercial is for some drug that clears your skin, I guess. I mean, who cares? I want to know if Ned is Blocked before he gets home in his second Uber ride of the night, or just Ghosted. See how I know the cool terms? I'm hip to the current lingo, man.
I wonder how many elderly, hard-of-hearing, or just plain not-very-smart people have fallen for this scummy bait and switch commercial in the dozen years or more it has polluted American television (literally the ONLY thing that changes is the date stamped on this "tribute" to a coin that has actual value but is not being offered for sale in this ad.) It's kind of sad to think about how many grandparents have scooped up this worthless garbage, thinking that they are adding to their retirement security or maybe leaving something worthwhile to their beloved grandchildren. And all because they don't catch where the narrator flips from talking about a coin that has a significant amount of gold and is ACTUALLY MONEY to discussing the COPY/TRIBUTE/MIGHT AS WELL CONTAIN CHOCOLATE piece of shiny crap.
Oh but there is some good advice at the close of the ad from 2011: "Avoid future disappointment and regret." Yes, indeed. Avoid these things by never, ever responding to these ridiculous offers to sell pretty pieces of tin for actual money. I mean, there's no way anyone regrets not buying something in 2011 that is still available in 2023 for basically the same price. What a joke.
EDIT: Upon a second viewing, I see that this not-coin was being offered for $19.95 in 2011, but the 2023 version is only $9.95. So unless there are a bunch of weirdos out there who consider the 2011 trinket "vintage" or "classic," it's not even a good investment as a collector's item. I think I'll "avoid future disappointment and regret" and wait to buy the 2033 version, which at this rate should be available in boxes of Cracker Jack.
There's something almost fascinating about watching an addiction being promoted as a glorious thing on national television. One scene after another of zombie gamblers staring at screens with bated breath, as a very consequential moment that used to mean Victory or Defeat for one's favorite Sportsball team but now may mean Mortgage Payment or No Mortgage Payment, presented as a way of making a game more "exciting;" no, actually, as a way of making a game worth watching at all. It's fascinating and disturbing at the same time, like a five-car pileup on the Jersey Turnpike. Now imagine that five-car pileup on the Jersey Turnpike being presented as an example of how driving is Much More Fun.
It's no secret that online gambling has taken over the promotion of professional sports; even credit cards, trucks, and alcohol can't compete. Entire pregame and postgame shows are sponsored by these vultures, and the most famous faces in Hollywood have moved on from peddling crypto to hawking the joys of risking money in the stupidest way imaginable that doesn't involve the Multi-Level Marketing. The current sports era is, in fact, Garbage Time. Let's hope it doesn't last too long or cause TOO much damage, but right now, I'm downright nostalgic for those ads questioning my manhood if I didn't invest in Bitcoin.
Two out of the three couples featured in this ad are young, and even the third couple looks like they are fit and no more than late middle-age. Yet they are enthusiastic about buying life insurance from a company that does not require the medical screening that could reward them for their good health.
I'll ask again- why would ANYONE who is young and in good health WANT to be in the same pool of customers as elderly people or young people who are in BAD health? If you're in a low-risk, high-reward category in the actuarial tables, why would you opt to ignore that and go with a quickie online service that treats you like you waited until you were in your mid-70s and had heart disease before signing up? In other words- and yes, I've asked this before- why are you putting yourself into the same category as the old woman with tubes up her nose who called those nice people at Colonial Penn about their "$9.95 plan?"
There's a reason why you shop for life insurance when you're young- to lock in a low rate based on your low level of risk to the insurance provider premium taker. Every time I see young people expressing happiness with Ethos Life or any other "just fill out a form online, no unnecessary medical questions*" service, it's just the ultimate in cringe for me. Youth is wasted on the wrong people!
*what are "unnecessary medical questions?" If you want to buy Life Insurance from a particular company, you answer the questions they ask- they are "necessary" because they are a prerequisite for buying their product. You wouldn't tell the bank that your annual salary is an "unnecessary" piece of information when applying for a loan if they asked for it. YOU DON'T GET TO DECIDE WHAT IS NECESSARY WHEN SEEKING OUT A SERVICE.
I have a theory concerning Everything Pumpkin Spice that appears between roughly September 20 and November 10 every year. And I'm afraid that I'm using the scientific definition of "theory," which means it's absolutely the truth beyond any reasonable doubt, or as close to Truth as you can get outside of a Philosophy Class.
My theory is this: nobody really likes any food item that carries the label "Pumpkin Spice." Instead, we order and consume these items out of some misplaced social obligation. It's autumn, so we are supposed to buy coffee, cakes, donuts with this weird flavoring added which reflects what the time of year is supposed to look like to people who live in about one-fifth of the country. And we are supposed to pretend to enjoy it because, again, it's all about the season and mass hypnosis. But nobody actually enjoys this flavor, as evidenced by the fact that nobody eats anything made out of pumpkin any other time of the year and nobody goes into mourning when Thanksgiving rolls around and no pumpkin spice anythings are to be found anywhere.
Pumpkin spice is, in other words, the Eggnog of the Autumnal Season.
Well, I for one am not buying in. I'll eat a slice of pumpkin pie if it's covered with whipped cream and nobody had the good sense to make a pie out of apples instead. Just to be nice. But I'll barely pretend to like it, and if asked I won't hesitate to wonder out loud where the apple pie is. That being said, nobody is going to convince me to ruin my coffee by adding "pumpkin spice" (is this available on the spice rack at any store? I've never seen it) and I don't care how chilly it gets or how many crunchy leaves are underfoot. I'm taking my stand and I'm not bravely drinking a "spice" I don't want to drink and you can't convince me that you want to either and you can't make me so there.
...because Mickey Rooney's character in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" thinks that this commercial is a bit racist.
But setting the clickbait aside for a moment- "what a RELIEF" exclaims the woman in this ad, not once but twice, upon hearing that IF (when?) the family car breaks down on the way too or from the Big Family Reunion, the repairs will be covered by Ox Car Care because of course they will.
Who thinks like this? "Oh honey, I was so worried about taking this long road trip to the family reunion- but now that I know you called some 'car warranty' company you heard about on the radio, I'm ready to pile into the car and head out on a long trip in a car I obviously have zero faith in..." I mean, come on.
And of course the two of them go back and forth on how Ox Car Care will take care of things like oil changes and tire rotations, like these are issues one thinks about just before heading out on a long road trip. I know that whenever I drive up or down the East Coast, which I do several times a year, I think "if I need my tires rotated or my oil changed during this trip, is it covered by my car warranty* or will I have to pay out of pocket?"
And it sounds like the guy JUST called Ox Car Care, which means he thinks he's instantly covered for a trip they are taking like RIGHT NOW. Not that car warranty contracts are worth anything anyway, but they sure as hell aren't going to be paying out the day after you sign up for them. How stupid are these people? Oh right, stupid enough to be "relieved" because they signed up for Ox Car Care.
*I don't have a car warranty, or any extended warranties of any kind. Because I'm not a moron. I'm also not racist, and maybe this commercial really isn't after all because there are other Ox Car Care Commercials featuring people who don't sound black being just as stupid about car warranties.
