No, that is not a new notion to me. It's common knowledge that sex and sex appeal sells. Prostitution aside when the product is actually the act of sex, Slutty is the new ad campaign.
It's a reality that I've never had a problem with. Never been bothered by it in the way where I feel like in listing Tipper Gore to go after Diesel Jeans. I understand that sex sells pants, dresses, underwear (duh), fragrances, and so on. But while browsing through a Vanity Fair today at work I noticed an ad for a purse. To me, purses don't say "Screw me because I own this nice clutch!" so I found the ad a little weird. It was basically naked people and a giant ass purse. The purse was covering all naughty bits obviously. And if memory serves me correctly it was like two girls and a guy. So kinky sex sells. I just found that angle of the using-sex-to-get-people-to-buy-shit a little odd. Didn't make much sense. Unless the point of the ad was to say "Hey look! This purse is so freakin' huge that if need be, it could act as a shied for your 5'6" 115lbs frame and your hunky boyfriends wild sexual adventures behind the bushes at the mini golf course!"
Another thing that I find odd (yes it's going to be one of those entries. Just stay with me people!) is wine in bottles with no corks. It took me long enough to warm to the idea of wine from a box that this new fangled idea of wine sans cork has me thrown for a loop. Convenient? Yes. Less corkscrew related injuries due to being toasted and trying to open a bottle? Yes. I find it unsettling. If I'm going to drink wine, I want to have the cork. I want to be able to rip it out with my teeth and spit it across the room if the mood strikes me. It's just wrong. At least when wine comes in the box you know that there is no way in hell that a cork will be used. They have pretty little taps and coming from a long line of avid beer drinkers, I have no beef with taps. But a bottle with a screw off top is madness!
Interesting. This post has an underlying theme of "screw" to it. The literal meaning and a euphemism for the dirty deed. Hmm.
Today at work, (yes yes, cannot go with out speaking of it!) I was Express most of the day. 15 items or less people. Pay attention! Not many people were, sad to say. I had a string of morons who can't read six feet in front of them to see the sign dangling by my light, which they better be looking at to see if I'm open not just standing there or attempting to close. Write that down people. Look for the light! Um anyways. It gets frustrating. Not so much when there are other Express lanes open but when the dumbass parade was rolling through I was the only one. Usually I'm good at stopping people with a polite GET THE FUCK OUT! or Sorry this is express. But today I was unsuccessful. I can't tell someone to blow off when they have half their cart unloaded. *sigh*
I have laundry to attend to shortly. Buh-Bye!
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