marla, are you having an orgasm?
i'm really sick of the dove chocolate commercials target toward women.
they are always set either A) in a messy house, or B) in an office at a desk.
the first implies that useless mom is stuck at home cleaning up after the kids and lazy husband, because she is useless in the outside world as a doctor or nasa scientist.
the latter implies, obviously, that said woman is stuck at her boring desk at her boring job with no "out".
what the 2 have in common, aside from many things, is the end result.
her escape is always an orgasm. NO, it isn't chocolate. if her escape were chocolate, the commercial would simply end with her eating a piece of chocolate. but it doesn't stop there, it can't be as simple as eating chocolate. it has to be amazing chocolate, the kind that gives you a fucking orgasm at your desk in front of your coworkers, or on the messy couch in front of the family dog.
why does it have to be that good? why do we need to have an orgasm from our fucking chocolate?!
and, for the record, dove chocolates are not good. i can see a peek at sexual spark from a chile and dark chocolate dagoba bar, or lavendar and milk bar. but dove? please. gimme a break.
may i add that you never see dad eating a piece of chocolate and Jing it in the basement, surrounded by his tools? or shoving a piece of candy in his mouth while he is in a meeting with his important lawyer friends while they stare at him awkwardly because he is pulling his pants down?
~THE CHOCOLATE, APPARENTLY, IS THAT GOOD, LADIES!
they are always set either A) in a messy house, or B) in an office at a desk.
the first implies that useless mom is stuck at home cleaning up after the kids and lazy husband, because she is useless in the outside world as a doctor or nasa scientist.
the latter implies, obviously, that said woman is stuck at her boring desk at her boring job with no "out".
what the 2 have in common, aside from many things, is the end result.
her escape is always an orgasm. NO, it isn't chocolate. if her escape were chocolate, the commercial would simply end with her eating a piece of chocolate. but it doesn't stop there, it can't be as simple as eating chocolate. it has to be amazing chocolate, the kind that gives you a fucking orgasm at your desk in front of your coworkers, or on the messy couch in front of the family dog.
why does it have to be that good? why do we need to have an orgasm from our fucking chocolate?!
and, for the record, dove chocolates are not good. i can see a peek at sexual spark from a chile and dark chocolate dagoba bar, or lavendar and milk bar. but dove? please. gimme a break.
may i add that you never see dad eating a piece of chocolate and Jing it in the basement, surrounded by his tools? or shoving a piece of candy in his mouth while he is in a meeting with his important lawyer friends while they stare at him awkwardly because he is pulling his pants down?
~THE CHOCOLATE, APPARENTLY, IS THAT GOOD, LADIES!