Femme Friday: Effed Up Advertising
THANK GOODNESS it is finally Friday. A horrifically long workweek and this disgusting, stinking humidity, which makes Manhattan feel like one giant unwashed mouth – gross, but true – have put me a kind of foul mood this morning (if you didn’t notice). BUT it has put me in the perfect frame of mind to laugh at this series of unintentionally sadistic, effed up vintage magazine ads that some FOAFOAF (I really don’t know this guy, but apparently one of my facebook friends does) pulled together for our benefit. I especially like the cheery family of five playing with their new Christmas rifles.
Another favorite below, indicating that media portrayals of women screwed our mothers up, too.
Wow. It’s hard to even come up with something to say to those!
Kind of unbelievable. I believe the copy on the first ad reads in part: “Although she was a tiger lady, our hero didn’t have to fire a shot to floor her. After one look at his Mr. Leggs slacks, she was ready to have him walk all over her … that subtle styling just soothes the savage heart! So if you’re ready for your own wall-to-wall carpeting, hunt up a pair of these handsome Mr Leggs slacks ..”
The fact that the pants are called “Mr Leggs” is even just more hysterical. They must sell well in Stepford.
All of this is getting me in the mood for some more Mad Men. August 16th! Yay
Thank you! You often write very interesting articles. You improved my mood.
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