Each day draws us nearer to Christmas.. There are things I like, and things I don’t
like.
Like:
Being with family, looking at decorations, enjoying good
food and drink, trying to relax, opening gifts, getting letters
from people you never see all year telling you how their children are going to
medical school, or leading their class in law school, or… wait a minute, did I
leave the “like” category? Well, not
quite, it is nice to hear from them once a year… so, disposing of that, I’ll move to the other
category where I’m more comfortable..
Don’t Like:
Being a sedentary beast by nature, I end up watching a lot
of television mostly revolving around sports.
This is where the marketing folks seize the season presenting us with
silly stuff during commercials about…
Cars:
I was going to go off on cars with bows on them, but due to
my offhand comment yesterday I did get a couple of notes from people who
actually did know of, or get cars with bows.
One reader got her first car that way, and it holds a special place in
her memory banks. Nice.
But, have you seen the series where moronic parents who sneakily coach their kids who are sitting in “Santa’s” lap to say they want a Lexus with so many cubic inches, this option, that option, while the kid looks terribly uneasy trying to repeat sneaky dad? Disgusting. Or the one where “mom” grabs the crayon out of daughter’s hand and emulates kid elementary writing, begging Santa asking the same stuff. Really? A six year old asking Santa for a CAR?? Cut to next morning to their driveway, where smug self satisfied adults act surprised that the car is there? Who the hell paid for it? Oh, by the way, there’s Mom, Dad, a boy and a girl, the perfect family..
Jewelry:
A nice piece of (tasteful) jewelry does make a nice
present. According to TV, apparently
the paragon of high end thoughtfulness is: “HE went to Jaaaaaaredddd!!!” OMG,
what a discerning spouse, worshiping at the McDonalds or Walmart of
Jewelry. Diamonds from $12.99! Or the moon-eyed couple clutching, and murmuring:
“every kiss begins with K”; pushing Kay’s jewelers, found in every mall in
America. Then there’s this commercial
with some guy claiming to be a crafter of jewelry for decades, who now is
gracing us with his creations at Kay’s..
Van Cleef and Arpels? Tiffany?
De Beers? Piaget? Naaahhh… lets
go to the mall.
A social commentary on another commercial:
There’s dad sitting with daughter, he’s cuddling and reading her a story
apparently about whales, and daughter lovingly asks dad: “How much does a blue
whale weigh?” Instead of answering, dad addresses
a lump on the counter, and says “OK Google, how much does a blue whale weigh”? who cheerily responds “A blue whale weighs
between.. X and Y pounds"; then daughter asks
dad: “what does a blue whale sound like?”
again, dad bails out and says “Ok Google… etc.”
I think daughter should say:
“OK google eliminate dad!” and then Google takes over the house. I am slightly worried about this trend, it
seems that “OK google…(play a lullaby or something)”
is the beginning of the end of the American family where members change allegiance from
parents to ..“OK google” .
Whew, I’ll try to behave.
Happy Holidays
DFD
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