first, some comments about the Joe Boxer commercial with the black guy doing a goofy dance in his, what else, boxers:
“On the first viewing, I was just uncomfortable watching it.” – Jason
“I am seeing a smiling and dancing black man in his boxers, and I am feeling … shame.” – George
and so i thought i’d share with you a commercial (don’t think they are running these anymore, but they were very popular in my adolescence) that used to make me wish i could crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. i’m talking about the FDS commercials. Feminine Deoderant Spray. the commercial would usually be a mom and daughter, walking on the beach, having ‘the talk’, and it went a little like this (i’ve repressed these memories, so the dialogue may be paraphrased):
daughter: mommy? does your coochie ever reek like eau de low tide?
mommy: take a bath, you skank! naah, i’m just kidding, sweetheart. of course it does! all coochies stink. when i find i am odiferous in the crotchal region, i just spray some of this down there (holds up aerosol can with pictures of flowers on it).
if this commercial came on while there were males present, the humiliation i would feel on behalf of myself and my gender was overwhelming. i would tend to do something stupid and foolish and loud in the other direction so that no one would see the commercial and start sniffing around me to see if i, too, had ‘intimate odor problems’.
and i always felt ever so bad for the actresses. i mean, who wants to be the poster girl for that? have people recognize you on the street and start snickering as they back away slowly?
this isn’t to minimize any of the discomfort and anger that you guys felt watching Vaughn do his dance. i’m not trying to compare my experience with yours, or say mine’s anything like it at all except that it’s related to watching a commercial, please don’t yell at me. is it time for my pills yet?