1. I overheard completely private information being bleated over a phone while I was innocently standing in line, sitting at an airport gate, sitting in a subway, or simply walking down the street. I don't eavesdrop. It's just that there's something about cell phones that seem to automatically zap the part of the brain that gives us our sense of place and surroundings.
2. I was forced to listen to some stupid-as-f--k Netflix comedy, music video etc. while in a confined space (like the airport gate or subway) because the Sociopath with a Cellphone couldn't be bothered with ear buds.
3. I've seen warnings NOT to use a cell phone to access bank or any other sensitive information while using public WiFi, which fall on deaf ears because Wait A Minute I Have to Wait Till I Get Home to Do Something? What is this, Russia?
So when I see an ad in which Smart Phone users are encouraged to use a tool which basically tells the people around them to "mind their own business," well...seriously, the vast majority of us want to do nothing more. It's the Smart Phone users who are constantly shoveling their business on the rest of us. Is this really so hard to understand?
Your friends sent you to the corner grocery to buy crappy beer, and you came THIS CLOSE to accidentally buying the wrong crappy beer. Fortunately you got beer shamed by the cashier, who shouldn't give a flying damn which beer he chooses to stock you decide to buy unless one costs more than the other, and you're already high on SOMETHING* because you think that the bobbleheads are also passing judgement on your choice of beer.
So you are going to go back to your friends with a beer which, you'll explain, has "more taste" and "only one more calorie" than the beer they thought you were going to come back with, and explain that you know this because the look on the cashier's face, the bobbleheads, and the voice in your head told you so. That'll teach your friends to never, ever send you on a beer run again. And I mean NEVER.
*whatever it is, it isn't light beer. That's a physical impossibility.
...is just More of the Same Stale Trope we've all seen ten thousand times: A boring suburban family (being diverse doesn't make you interesting by default, sorry. It's 2021. That ship has sailed) overcompensating for their miserably bland existence with an overpriced toy featuring overpriced toys like a dial which allows you to switch from 2-wheel to 4-wheel drive instantly, and never you damn mind that 99.9 percent of the Already Dead Let's Schedule the Funeral losers who are the market audience for this Blandmobile will never, ever have use for more than 2-wheel drive. Because they won't ever find themselves driving in a desert, up a mountain, or any other interesting place with their Nissan Uppermiddleclassmobile. They just like to play Pretend with it, and now they can, because it will compensate for your daydreaming with a smart-tech braking system. It won't compensate for anything else that's lacking in your life- and that's obviously a lot- but it will prevent you from murdering an innocent person with your desperate need to feel like you are doing something adventurous by buying something that screams Safely Conformist Whole Foods Shopper.
I swear, there are so many people out there who just have money burning holes in their pockets. You can tell who they are; they live in palace apartment buildings which loom over every other structure in their city, they drive cars with every bell and whistle imaginable, and they have no problem plunking down God Knows How Much money for stupid Woo nonsense like Oura.
As for the comments, well....money can buy pretty much anything, can't it?
The dumbest line in the history of television commercials, clearly written by an overpaid assclown who didn't even attempt to come up with any ideas but just threw together some dialogue in his otherwise-empty head as he walked into the pitch meeting: "When I was your age, we didn't have the 2021 Nissan Rogue with Intelligent All-Wheel Drive...."* to which any self-respecting kid should reply "when you were my age, you didn't have a 2021 anything, you ridiculous moron" before throwing himself out of the car, consumed with mortification that he shares way too much genetic material with this disgustingly fruitful idiot.
Here is the actual description of this ad, courtesy of iSpot.tv. I would argue that there's no way that this guy has any youth to wax poetic about, because anyone who would utter that dumbest line in the history of television commercials was born middle-aged:
While the family's Nissan Rogue casually out-paces a fearsome dust storm in the middle of the desert, a dad reminisces about his bygone youth, when people had to make do driving average cars on normal roads. For a limited time, qualified customers can get special offers on the 2021 Rogue.
Yeah, whatever buddy. You are the reason why the phrase "Ok Boomer" was invented.
*know what else you didn't have when you were a kid? Legal marriages between blacks and whites. You know, like the one you clearly enjoy and produced a child through. There's an example of how the world is better now that might be a bit more worth celebrating instead of waxing poetic about your stupid-ass car.
Here's another Nissan Rogue commercial which apes pretty much every Subaru ad in suggesting that you can't really get anywhere in any other vehicle except the one being advertised. In other words, its really just a commercial for the Automobile- it can take you to the beach, the mountains, the desert....because it's a car. And that's it.
Except that I guess with the Nissan Rouge you can do something you can't do with just any old car; you can use it to take your annoyingly diverse family to 1974 and watch a movie at a Drive-In. And Brie Larson can show up to make a comment alluding to Captain Marvel but more pointedly to trigger the insecure wannabee Alpha Male Incels who can't stand her because their favorite YouTubers told them she threatens their imagined position in society by Existing.
It's occurred to me that each and every one of these Easy Credit Repair abortions has one thing in common: they all portray people who have lousy credit as innocent victims of predatory credit card companies which at some point gang-tackled them, tied them down, shoved a pen into their hands and made them sign up to receive a credit card. And then forced them to use it, over and over again, on crap they didn't need. And then forced them to skip payments until their credit rating was in the toilet.
Seriously, listen to this whiny jackass. He was "surrounded" by advertisements offering credit cards every time he entered the student union at college. So of course he "had" to sign up to get the credit cards. And he "went crazy" and used the credit cards. And he was so absolutely clueless that he had "no idea" his credit rating was in the single digits until he tried to buy a car. All of this was, of course, the fault of the credit card companies for....offering him credit when they should have known that he wasn't mature enough to handle it, which they should have known because after all he was a college kid, never mind that the vast majority of college kids who get credit cards do NOT abuse them or fail to make payments or end up with crap credit ratings, whatever my fellow Boomers might think.
Anyway, getting slapped in the face by a great big dose of Reality convinced today's Creditrepair.com Spokeschoad to call Creditrepair.com and see what he could do to repair his credit, which remember was seriously crap through no fault of his own but because of the Big Bad Credit Providers. Chuckling Jagoff tells us how powerful and amazing it is to finally get help for crap credit, a powerful and amazing experience I plan to continue missing out on by not establishing crap credit. And what does this blame-shifting doofus love most about Creditrepair.com? It's got this really cool App, you see, which allows him to see exactly what's happening with his credit report on a regular basis by using the Smartphone which he most certainly needs even though he probably never got around to actually paying for it because remember, this guy has never been big on actually paying his bills. Spending money he doesn't have, sure. Paying the bills? Not so much.
And in the end, Totally Deserving Credit Scofflaw got his credit fixed (for the moment) and now has his eye on a new house because Consequences are Just Not a Thing in these commercials. Grinning Douchenozzle skated on his obligations and thanks to an artificially inflated credit score he's ready to line up a new set of victims and get that debt ramped up again. In ten years, he'll be back on one of these commercials bitching that Rocket Mortgage offered him a really great rate and assured him that an adjustable rate mortgage with introductory $1200 monthly payments would be totally in sync with his $25,000 salary as some kind of salesman (I'm not watching this again, thank you very much.) So it's not his fault he got in over his head- again. He was just a typical American trying to follow his dreams....of buying stuff and not paying for it. Like, ever.
