Godawful. Or, perhaps, this is really what we men have become.
I'm no political activist. I'm just an Old Dawg trying to get along and enjoy the years I have left.
I won't draw any conclusions for you. You can come to your own."
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I finally know what it is to have a jaw-dropping experience, or at least to recognize it as such; jaw jutted, shoulders hunched, head inclined, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed. And I felt....amazement? To hear dad talk, follow the link above.
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@deborah
Thanks for posting this.
What a tragedy, this trashing of fathers.
Everything I am, and everything I have in this life is because of my father, a kind and committed man who cared only about his family and children.
I sympathize so much with people who did not receive this great gift of a good father.
My Dad was a great guy. Worked his ass off raising 13 kids. Taught us sports and boxing and Irish combativeness. Funny as hell, too. He died 2 years ago at 78.
I don't recognize the evil idiots in these commercials, but I'm guessing the writers were raised by daycare and public schoolteachers.
Hey, if you are a mulatto and have no father and the guy who is schtoinking the slutbag who gave birth to you drags you to Indonesia feeds you dog - who knows - you might become president.
Stranger things have happened.
This is just the result of so many women and mo's acting out their daddy issues in advertising.
That is who works in advertising. So what do you expect?
Old white men don't care about this shit. Real fathers don't care about this shit. They are too busy putting food on their families table.
The weather has been so incredible here I thought I might be able to start things early outside. Began hardening plants I grew from kitchen seeds, and man that is fun, and it snowed.
To teach me a lesson.
Last night I turned on the sound to see how long I could endure the new language they're designing on Fox. The new language with new sounds in it that do not belong to English phonemes, a series of glottal stops delivered staccato rapid fire substitutions for one syllable words, I, if, at, in, initiating sentences and sometimes in the middle. It connotes hesitation on the part of the speaker, a somewhat hipster humbleness. It is affected. Annoying. And sweeping cable networks. I didn't last long.
Click.
Always with prejudice. Look who's more interesting than you. Dancing girls. They're better than you because they're not affecting language, changing English to include staccato glottal stops, and the girl wants nothing more than for her dad to watch her dance.
She wants a lot more than that, but for now all she wants is for dad to come watch. The girl devotes her whole young life to dancing and she's good at it too, not the regular little thing, these dance troops are out for blood. They're gymnastic and require athletics. The mom is all into it. Trophies all over. The dad is slumped in the easy chair watching tv explaining how it is quite impossible to attend next week. The girl tried to get him to show interest, but no, he actually is the schlub simply providing the paycheck and doing his own thing, whatever dull thing that is, while the women really are doing more interesting things.
And that was more interesting than Fox with their eye-eye-eye-eye think the plane went down...
Those phonetical ologists guys write that sound with a symbol since there isn't a letter for it. Every sound has a symbol and the symbol for that sound is a question mark without a dot. Like this: ʔ It's in the phonetic alphabet. Except for certain ancient languages like Egyptian transliterations that sound is shown with an apostrophe. It is a real sound in other languages but not in English. It is a karate chop sound. The sound you make to stop a dog. Or stop a toddler in their track. The sound the woman makes in the commercial to signal wordlessly the other woman to put the wallet away. Usually it's just one ʔ in place of a consonant, to substitute for a t or some such, but now they're being strung carelessly together as placeholder to indicate I'm being pensive in answering. STOP IT!!!
But they won't stop it, so MUTE.
And when mute ultimately fails then cable is gone.
Behold the power of the fascist patriarchy oppressing the vaginas who have only the power of the monologue to fight back.
Chip:
"The dad is slumped in the easy chair watching tv explaining how it is quite impossible to attend next week. The girl tried to get him to show interest, but no, he actually is the schlub simply providing the paycheck and doing his own thing, whatever dull thing that is"
Uh, yeah. There is the other end of the spectrum. Or point on the triangle.
There is no such thing as a framily. There can be no such thing as a framily. There are borders - you know, those terribly discriminatory barriers - between friendship and family. The great sin of the anointed ones - that's right, SIN - is the forced conflation of different existential categories on the general society, i.e. us.
Keep it up girls. It's stuff like this that holds you back. I shouldn't say anything, but I just got a call to attend an emergency meeting where the guys will probably decide to cut your pay down to 59 cents on the dollar. We may even consider withholding sex until you start behaving.
I've been saying this for years. Misandry in this country is at an all time high and it is not ending anytime soon.
My impression of this ad is that the caged hamster with his wheel is symbolic of the toiling underwriter of this odd collection of unappealing and vaguely aggressive hipsters that is posing as a family. Framily. It's not anti-Dad, it's anti-family.
Interesting take, Amartel. If you watch the other commercial, Dad's a bit of a doof. In the posted commercial, mom sweetly sews and perfect daughter plays the piano. With animated blue birds flitting about her. You may be more right than wrong :)
I guess the ad men are playing at uber hipsterism.
You're welcome, Shout. You run a nice blog :)
It's all for the glory of Hillary.
The Clintons are a framily.
Thank god I've got Verizon.
(Never thought I'd say that.)
Perfect Heidi plays Motley Crue on the piano and sings the lyrics in French while animated birds hover around like she's snow white and nameless kid drums in the background. I believe the children are the future!
Momish creature smiles creepily at me while sewing in a dark room. A bit Silence of the Lambs if you ask me. More moths needed.
Symbolic dad watches TV sports.
Adult son Chuck does laundry in the basement, wears shorts, writes in journal, is pitiful.
Cool black granddaddy does Tai Chi in the park, still looks like he's about to put the boot into somebody. Just very slowly.
Cool Aunt auntie with dye job paints on glass, has bette davis eyes. Poser.
Adult son Gor-don Guyliner eats ice cream like he's just been sent home from kindergarten. Future shorts wearing journal writing basement laundry doer.
Son Zack operates his toy airplane while narrowly avoiding decapitation by someone else's toy airplane. Wearing shorts?
Aren't any of those people in the friend category? Gor-don, maybe?
I salute you for knowing that is Motley Crue in French. I had no clue.
Ice cream boy Goth Guyliner Gor-don? Erm, no. Thanks.
I do feel for poor Zack. I hope a real family adopts him and removes him from harm's way.
Amartel, I meant that I thought these people represent a framily. So I assume at least one of them is a friend.
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