Rantings and Ravings
The wonders of advertising never cease to amuse me.
A couple of days ago I saw a commercial for pajama jeans. Basically they are stretch pants made to look like denim jeans. According to the infomercial, no one will know that they are not regular jeans. It seemed pretty obvious to me. They had an angry woman trying to get her regular jeans buttoned up before she tried on the pajama jeans and began to smile.
That same woman is angry about her pasta boiling over as well as her inability to ice a cake well. She is very angry because she can't cut her brownies straight or slice a tomato. She also can't seem to cut wrapping paper, fix her hair without special gadgets or drink a soda out of a can without a cap on it.
She is happy because she makes gigantic cupcakes and cooks her pasta in a jar in the microwave. She cuts her tomatoes with the perfect slicer and never worries about her can of Pepsi going flat. She also uses the blanket with arm holes to stay warm because she was unable to wrap herself in a regular blanket without getting frustrated.
I hope I never run into her, whoever she is, on one of those days when she is struggling to do one of those simple tasks we have all done forever. At least she got a second one of everything for free (just pay separate shipping and handling.)
Since the pajama jeans hug the body without feeling tight, I did see someone on Saturday who might really benefit from them. There was a skinny teenage boy who seemed to be having trouble keeping his regular jeans up. They were only up to the bottom of his bottom and his tidy whities were hanging out. My friend reminded me he did it on purpose.
This is certainly the time of year we are bombarded with "things" we can't do without. Lucky for us most of the commercials for these products highlight how happy our loved ones will be if they get it for Christmas.
I wonder why they don't show a woman who is angry that she never gets the perfect present until her family orders whatever is being advertised. You may know her, the coworker who has complained every year that she never gets the Scoobie Doo Chia pet head.
As a mom who has received everything from hand prints in plaster to the most gosh awful smelling perfume that you have to put on immediately after you open it, I will never be angry when my family gives me a gift. However I have gently steered my kids and grandkids away from a few things.
My six year old and I were shopping for her grandpa the other day and since she was using her own money she didn't have a lot to spend. As we were looking at things, she decided a pad of post-its would be ideal.
I suggested we keep looking so she thought a roll of scotch tape might be better. What six year old wouldn't like her own roll of scotch tape, so surely grandpa might want one. We finally did find an ideal gift that she could afford.
Oh, I gotta go! Operators are standing by and I might win a $50,000 home makeover just for calling in right now.