So it’s become quite clear to me that I need to be on television. No one will hire me to do anything, including the job I already have, and while my youth is being wasted away in a cubicle I feel I’m doing a disservice to the universe by not letting you all share in my humor, wit and advice. Enter, Audrey Marks.
While we don’t exactly have the capabilities of broadcasting ourselves, we do have this blog, and it’s just as good. Audrey and I would like to bring to you a show so moving, so in-depth, so hard-hitting, you’d think it was on OWN. If we could only just figure out how to record our conversations, we’d be all set (it’s not easy, believe us – we tried all Friday night to get this done; Google+ hangout is not your friend).
For now you’ll just have to settle with our trailer. And no, I haven’t been having mini-marathons of The West Wing in my apartment. Why do you ask? Enjoy this glimpse into what we have to offer to you, world!
So everyone was oohing and ahhing over David Beckham this morning, but I’m kind of over him being in his underwear all the time. Put him in a three-piece suit and I think you got a better thing going on. Other things I’m over this morning: Gisele Bundchen, Bill Belichick’s cutt-off sleeves and M.I.A. I’m also kind of over all the commercials with the babies in them and the one with the chimps. Over. It.
I have this great love of all things old school with a modern twist. So I’m going crazy over this Ocean’s Eleven/Rat Pack-esqu CIROC commercial. I’m going to put aside the fact that there’s some legit randos here (um, hi, Chad Michael Murray), but I think the entire concept is amazeballs. And I can’t say no to a guy in a three-piece suit. Merry Christmas.
It’s two years old! But still amazing. Alright, Arnold. Let’s put some liquor in those glasses and make some John Daly’s!
So, I am all for women’s rights, and the awesomeness of being female, and the fact that we definitely do everything and get no respect for it. I’m down with those sentiments. So when I first saw this commercial, I was like, right on, women are the coolest ever. The first few seconds are super empowering, and you start to think that someone, somewhere, has finally realized that women have had a crazy huge impact on the history of the world and what not.
Oh, and then you realize the commercial is for a feminine hygiene product. Way to take a giant step back there, Summer’s Eve.
Also, there’s an extended cut, just in case you’re interested.
Remember when the BSC promised me that I was going to workout there and look like Kate Middleton? Well, I still don’t, and while I’m not saying that I look bad or anything, I want to look like Kate Middleton and the BSC hasn’t been as supportive of that as their advertising may have claimed.
Anyway, now we have this new BSC campaign, promising to get politicians in shape for their next photo scandal. Yes. Ok. I see what you’re doing here. Obviously this poster has caught my eye and I’m now re-posting it here for the whole world to see. But Anthony Weiner’s wiener is not something I need to be thinking about while I’m in my yoga class. It’s not a calming influence. And didn’t he take a lot of those pictures in the Congressional gym? Like, do we really want to be promoting that? I know there’s some crazies that work out at the BSC, so let’s not give them any ideas that it’s ok to use their cameraphones in the locker room.
Ok. I just needed to get that out. Carry on.
You can all get your funny commercial fill with these recent ESPY ads (shout out to Salesian High School where the spots were filmed!), but I find myself reenacting this particular commercial all. the. time. So you know it’s a classic.
If Will and Kate want to make this a wedding for the people, they should take notes. Love it.
I spend a lot of time waiting for the T to show up. And while I try my best to fill those monotonous 10-15 minutes by coming up with some actual life goals or even an idea of what I should make myself for dinner, more often than not my attention is turned to the ridiculous advertisements the MBTA still insists on displaying. The one above is case and point.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love burritos
definitely more than as much as the next girl, and the possibility that they can be delivered to me during my workday is tantamount to a religious experience (Sidenote: there is another Boloco going in on Boylston Street; am I the only person in Boston that holds Chipotle in such a high regard?). However…what the EFF is going on in this picture???? I am at the same time bothered and intrigued by it. And you know what that means…Reenactment time!