I see a lot of people commenting how much they like the vibe of this ad; the infectious smile of this girl, her energy as she moves from room to room with her favorite cleaning utensil, the way her eyes widen in amazement as she notes how much of her hair she picked up this time....
Me being Me, I'm more concerned that this woman is losing so much of her hair every freaking time washes and dries it. What kind of drugs is she on that is making this much hair loss a common thing for her? Is she literally yanking it out with the towel? Also, if I lost anywhere near as much hair as this woman did I sure as heck wouldn't pick BLINDING WHITE as my house's color scheme.
One more thing- for chrissakes lady, go out and make some friends. There's more to life than dusting. You enjoy this way too much. Get some help.
I'm sorry, but who the hell meets a blind date at their OWN APARTMENT? This woman seems pretty cute (if prone to snap judgments and indecisiveness.) She can find guys out in the Real World. But she not only agrees to a blind date, but she gives the guy her address, has him show up at her place, and immediately offers him a beer- isn't he going to take her out to dinner? Holy crap, did she make him dinner, too? What is going on here? Is this woman still single? How do I get her to call me?
Who is the male ad writer who came up with this fantasy nonsense? There are very good reasons why none of this happens in real life. For one thing, it simply shouldn't. How STUPID would a woman have to be to have a blind date meet her at her apartment instead of a public place, and instantly offer him alcohol instead of heading out the door? Is this woman's biological clock ticking THAT loudly?
What is the plan for tonight? Sit around the apartment, talk and drink beer? That's a nice activity when you've established yourselves as a couple. Except for the talking part, it's remarkably like being married. But a FIRST DATE? This woman is dressed to the nines, too. Who is she trying to impress? Her cat?
What happens if the date goes badly? How does she get rid of this guy? He's already in your place. He's already got alcohol in you- thanks to your own situational blindless and almost criminal naivete. Even if he leaves quietly, he knows where you live now. NOTHING about this situation comes off as something arranged by a mature, sensible adult female. Yet she's trying to decide if he is worthy of the "good" beer in the fridge. And that's another thing- who are the other two beers for? Is she doing this again later tonight? Does she have already have a boyfriend who is out for the night that she's cheating on?
I'm sorry, but listening to this guy wax poetic about "his music" and "his home" and "his life" as he waltzes around what looks to be a million-dollar loft apartment in downtown Manhattan is just a little too much for me. I've seriously never cared less about anyone in my entire life,* but I guess that works out ok, because when this guy gets done there's really no room for anyone else to care about him, anyway.
Loan Depot is best known for selling adjustable-rate mortgages (they make up the majority of the $1.8 billion in business they did in the housing market last year.) They are also noteworthy for giving their CEO a $42 million dollar bonus a few years back. Their customer base tends to be people with less than stellar credit ratings who are willing to sign on the dotted line to pay very high-interest mortgage payments forever rather than live within their means in apartments which may NOT have 360 degree views of the Manhattan skyline.
Back to this idiot- man, I wish I could adequately describe how very little I give a flying damn about your freaking music and your plants and wish you'd just grow up and accept the reality of being an adult and maintaining a sustainable budget instead of placing yourself in a situation where you'll be demanding debt relief inside of a year or two. Hate to tell you this, but our government only bails out banks, not people. When you and your plants and your albums get tossed on to the sidewalk, Loan Depot will flip that apartment, maybe even handing it off to someone who can afford it. You can move your crap back in to mommy's basement; hope there's room for you to frolic in front of the washer-dryer if you can work up the enthusiasm. No, I don't.
*this sentiment may change the next time The New York Times publishes an article about a young performance artist struggling to find a condo for under $1.5 million in the Right Neighborhood. I will probably care about that person's "problem" even less.
Nothing may be more important to these little girls than clearer skin, but I suspect that their skin condition takes a back seat to $$$ that can be made in exploiting these little girls when it comes to their parents.
Am I wrong, or is there something very, very disturbing about the use of scantily-clad minor girls in commercials for drugs which carry significant risk of severe side effects, or drugs in general, or ANYTHING IN GENERAL?
I almost feel guilty in making this post; it's the very definition of Punching Down. I mean, the snark writes itself. How absolutely out of touch, desperate and gullible do you have to be to buy in to this level of grift?
Well, I get at least one answer from the comment section- the person who posted "I need a reading, but I don't have any money." I don't wonder why a person who thinks they "need a reading" doesn't have any money. It's not just that fools and their money are soon parted; it's surprising when they manage to get together in the first place. I'm absolutely convinced that if you gave 1000 poor people a million dollars each, in 90 days they would be more poor than they were when they received the money. People who call "California Psychics," think they are saving money by getting dinner at the local fast-food drive-thru, "need" the latest iPhone, take "vacations" from their part-time jobs and plan to pay for them using next year's tax refund are all the same: Determined to never, ever have excess money in their wallets.
Never mind drug testing; if you get any kind of government assistance for shelter, food, medicine etc. your phone records ought to be checked for California Psychics and if it turns out you are spending so much as a single dollar on these scammers I want you cut off. Otherwise, us taxpayers are subsidizing your Stupid, and I am so very sick of subsidizing Stupid. Get your palm and chakras read on your own dime. Or take my free reading: you are destined to be poor. Because you are The Dumb. Now move on and find something else to do with your time that doesn't involve buying something you don't need and can't afford.
"Attention listeners who have been skipping out on paying your taxes because you figured that the IRS has been sufficiently gutted by Republican Presidents and Republican Congresses and would never find the needle in the haystack that is your criminal behavior: Here's some bad news for you! The Big Bad Government has appropriated eighty BILLION dollars to crack down on YOU, Mr. Jim Jones of 116 Maple Street! They are only seconds away from sending you a bill for the money you actually owe as your fair share for keeping society functional! You have two choices- you can pay that bill, or you can call Optima Tax Relief, give that company some of your money, and THEN pay that bill!"
I owed a lot of money to my landlady. I TRIED to make payments, but didn't actually do so. Stunningly, my Good Intentions meant nothing to my cruel, vicious landlady who had the equally cruel and vicious Law on her side. She told me I had to pay my rent, or I had to move out. I didn't know what to do! I mean, I LIKE my money and I want to KEEP it! Can't someone come up with Optima Squatters Relief?
I'm not going to get into the weird physics of this awful Hanna-Barbera schlock that could only have existed on American TV in the 1970s- like how the signal to summon Godzilla (yes, he's being summoned, more about that in a moment) is the same through the water and through the air, or how no matter where the ship is, when Godzilla appears he stands ankle-deep in the OCEAN right next to it. Nor am I going to try to justify the presence of a stupid kid on what are always very dangerous scientific expeditions- again, that was just required content for a Hanna-Barbera offering at the time.
Instead, I'm going to focus on the Scrappy Do of the show- Godzooky. The presence of this obnoxious, clumsy, totally pointless annoyance bothered me even when I was a kid (if you didn't find Godzooky a time-wasting irritant by the time you are six years of age, there was something wrong with you.) But as an adult, I realize that the character plays a vital and very disturbing role in the series.
The revelation came when I read this query in the comment section: "how does Godzilla simply appear seconds after he's called? Is he following the boat around all the time?" The answer is yes. Yes, he is. Godzilla is forever swimming around near the boat, keeping a respectful distance until he is called upon to put himself in danger for the benefit of the humans who are HOLDING HIS RELATIVE GODZOOKY HOSTAGE. Clearly the "scientists" have made a deal with Godzilla- you don't destroy Japan anymore, you come whenever we call and risk your life for ours whenever we deem it necessary, and in turn we won't do what we want to do with Godzooky, which is kill him in the most painful way we can come up with.
Godzilla isn't a friend to the humans, rushing to their aid, throwing himself at fire dragons and other Not Trademarked creatures to save everyone from doom at the risk of his own life. He's a hit man forced to work for the mob that has his kid under their control and will mail back pieces of him if he doesn't reply "how high?" when told to "Jump." Godzooky is tolerated because he's a non-human human shield; the instant something wonderful happens and Godzooky is no more, those scientists and that stupid kid are Godzilla food. And they'll totally deserve it. I want to see that episode.
By the way...this is the junk kids my age got fed along with Tom and Jerry (nonstop violence!), Sylvester and Tweety (pet abuse!) and Roadrunner (animal cruelty!) Kids today get Bluey, Peppa Pig, Pupstruction, SuperKitties, Paw Patrol, Doc McStuffins....maybe they can't afford to attend college without taking out loans they'll never pay off, maybe they'll never own a house, and maybe they'll hold down two dozen different jobs over the course of their lifetimes, but no one can argue that their choice of animated entertainment is vastly superior to the stuff we were assaulted with growing up.
