I have no problem at all with "political correctness," but...

Does the mop that gets cast aside in the Swiffer commercials really have to have things turn out OK for it??

In the old versions of the commercial, the mop or feather duster would get the heave-ho from the cruel harpy homemaker and end up trying to get on a bus, its packed suitcase (HTF did it manage that?) flying open when the driver asked it for exact change. Comedy gold.

Now the damn mop ends up taking up with the pink bowling ball (tho a trip to the ball corer at the local lanes would probably be in order before things got too far along). They even end up on a pool raft.

This isn't folderol on the gold-standard order of Cookie Monster becoming a veggie freak, but c'mon.

 

Those commercials are gold... I'm thinking the guys from Player and the J. Geils Band appreciate the royalties.

And yeah, I'm with you ... why does the frickin' mop get a happy ending when so many of us real people don't?

 

This is easily the oddest thread I've ever seen.

 

At least i didn't ask for fart stories.

 

There's a commercial over here for one of those companies that offer to 'turn your old phone into cash'! In it, a woman gets a new phone, to the horror of her cute, but clearly out-of-date, animatronic phone, which bursts into tears.

But wait! The woman has contacted the phones-for-cash company. Heartened, the orange animatronic phone hops into an envelope, happy as can be.

But all I can think every time I see that commercial is that the orange phone just willingly accepted 'being sent to a farm upstate where it can run and play and be with all the other old phones'.

 

You don't bring me flowers, anymore

 

I can speak for a good silent majority of us when I say I would have preferred fart stories.

 

Meanwhile, isn't a mop doing it with a bowling ball promoting interspecies copulation? And if we're going the politically correct to the death route, shouldn't feminists be angry that the mop (clearly a male, its whole shape is unrepentantly phallic) equates a woman with a bowling ball? Only good for throwing around, only appreciated because of their holes and easily and cheaply replaced at the bowling alley?

 

"That bowling ball! It's my wife!!"

 

But is it a deadly majority?

 

It's getting closer, now that you're the second person on the thread to make that joke!

 

DAMN IT!!! I've had that song stuck in my head intermittently for the past month (I had the misfortune of hearing it in early January). It was successfully gone and now it's back. Oh the humanity.