It seems the last few weeks I have nothing but company complaints in my mind. Sooo..you know that new commercial you see all the time on tv? The one with the lady close to my age, actually, who gets out of a car with some kind of music blaring? See, I know I’m supposed to look at it and go “she may be white, but she’s still hip! I can be like her!” Yeah. I hate that commercial.
Every time I see that commercial, I start grinding my teeth. Because they are trying to romanticize something I want to bitch slap her for. Well, that commercial character and anyone else that makes me roll up my car window.
First of all, you don’t see if there’s a kid in the car, you just see a stuffed animal. It’s not cool to have the music up if you’ve got kids, yo. Busting your own ear drums is stupid as shit, but if there’s a kid present, you are irresponsible. As in your kids are the ones who yell in every store because they have no hearing because they need hearing aids irresponsible.
Second, I dislike those stupid family stickers. Except for the funny ones like these.
But bumper stickers in general are just weird to me. Why advertise your politics or how many kids you have? Are you looking to make life easier for stalkers? I know some people have those stickers or “baby on board!” to advertise they have kids in order to make those around them more congenial on the highway, but, I don’t think you get a pass on cutting in front of me or driving like a jackhole just because you chose to push a baby out of your vagina. I will still honk while I hit the brakes.
Honestly, this is all secondary to a more petty grievance in my mind. You see, you might think pumping out the bass on your speakers is cool, but I think you are a raging dildo for it, because a) it makes my constant migraines instantly worse and b) it is, in fact, a noise violation, and c) I DON’T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOUR MUSIC.
So while I acknowledge the adolescent and quite transparent message of “be cool like her” in the commercial I will always reject due to my vehement distain for such crude, simple techniques, every time I see this commercial it actively makes me NOT want to have anything to do with the company. Because blasting your music in the car, whether it’s mariachi music like my old neighbors cranked up in their p.o.s. cadillac, or rap to show how gangsta you are in the ‘burbs, it’s just rude.