Sick Sad World

Two scary things, not exactly related, but tied by a thread. OK, a hair, or a lack thereof.

First example, a radio ad: Two women with radio ad voices chat enthusiastically about what they want for Christmas. Woman Number One looks at Woman Number Two's list and sees only one item: Alase gift certificates. Here's the kicker. Woman Number One thinks this is a great idea. As a matter of fact, Alase has a web site where you can set up a gift registry to let the men in your life know what body parts you want the hair permanently removed from, with lasers. You know, in case they don't ask.

I'm not opposed to hair removal, don't get me wrong; I am opposed to crassness.

Second example, an infomercial: The AbLounger, which I think I've mocked before, claims to, um, I don't know. Something called "The Advanced Jacknife," and I don't exactly know what that is. Anyway, as per usual, there's a generic big-haired girl hostess in a track suit, and there's the has-been celebrity pitchman. In this case, it was Peter Brady Pushing Fifty. I watched in horror for about three minutes as Aging Peter Brady strapped himself to the AbLounger to demonstrate its greatness. In doing so, he reached his arms over his head, thus displaying rather hairy armpits.

Now, that's perfectly normal. I wouldn't ordinarily be offended by armpit hair, except that I really don't want to look at it so early in the morning when what I really wanted was the Weather Channel. But wait, there's more! Peter Brady's armpit hair looked like it had been shaped into a square, and then moussed.

You can't tell me that's not messed up.

Comments

[lostdwarf]

Oh my God. Now I want to see this infomercial.