just a quickie.
the Zales commercial is RUINING lives. something should be done.
Every time i hear that soulsuckingly awful vanessa whatsherface piano music, i think about how no one is going to buy me diamonds for Christmas.
And when guys hear the soulsuckingly awful vanessa music, they think about how much they do NOT want to buy diamonds for girls for Christmas but will probably be pressured to anyway.
And when girls hear the vanessa music, they think about how, even though they want diamonds, they do not want the crappy ones they show on the Zales commercials, but the strategically placed mall-display Yurman ones they saw, which they will pressure boy to buy for them, and boy will either: (a) hear the incessant soulsuck music playing in his head like broken record and accidentally buy a Zales diamond and be forbade sex for month of January, or (b) buy it and cause much bleeding of wallets and .. uh.. gnashing of teeth .. and stuff.
it's just soulsuckingly AWFUL (much due credit to rolling stone magazine for that phrase, which was used to describe clay aiken's new album).
to be sure, my unnamed friend who may be hoping for Yurman for certain occassion is NOT soulsuckingly awful and should get a Yurman since I am, to be sure, NOT.
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