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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 20, 2019 - 02:33pm PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 20, 2019 - 02:36pm PT
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zBrown
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Feb 20, 2019 - 06:39pm PT
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two fish are in a tank one asks the other ......"do you know how to drive this thing?"
This one likely tells more than one story, so zoo I'll put it here
How many grammar Nazis does take to change a lightbulb?
Too
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Jack, a handsome man, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 pm. He sat down next to this blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV as the 10:00 news came on. The news crew was covering a story of a man on a ledge of a large building preparing to jump.
The blonde looked at Jack and said, "Do you think he'll jump?"
Jack says, "You know what, I bet he will." The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't." Jack placed $30 on the bar and said, "You're on!"
Just as the blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy did a swan dive off of the building, falling to his death. The blonde was very upset and handed her $30 to Jack, saying, "Fair's fair... Here's your money."
Jack replied, "I can't take your money, I saw this earlier on the 5 o'clock news and knew he would jump."
The blonde replies, "I did too; but I didn't think he'd do it again."
Jack took the money.
$-$ that"s dope man
The population in Los Cabos—the municipality encompassing San Jose del Cabo and Cabo San Lucas— was about 44,000 in 1990. By 2015 it had risen to about 288,000.
In Mexico a clear effort was underway to ensure that money from the country's $20-billion-a year tourist industry kept flowing to Cabo despite the state-wide murder rate reaching a level roughly eight times higher than Los Angeles. Last June, an operation by Mexico's navy in Los Cabos led to the arrest of Abraham Cervantes Esquera, nicknamed "El Babay," a leader of the Tijuana New Generation Cartel, one of the organizations believed to be responsible for the increased violence in Southern Baja. But as with the arrest of Joaquín "El Chapo" Guzmán, the head of the Sinaloa Cartel—who was known to vacation in Cabo before he was detained in January of 2016—the arrest of Cervantes Esquera had little effect on reducing crime. These arrests appear to have only instigated a bloody struggle for control among cartels.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 20, 2019 - 06:54pm PT
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Is there any point to cheating on a stress test?
Do you really trust your hairdresser's judgement?
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zBrown
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Feb 20, 2019 - 07:11pm PT
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How many grammar Nazis does take to change a lightbulb?
Too
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Jack, a handsome man, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 pm. He sat down next to this blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV as the 10:00 news came on. The news crew was covering a story of a man on a ledge of a large building preparing to jump.
The blonde looked at Jack and said, "Do you think he'll jump?"
Jack says, "You know what, I bet he will." The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't." Jack placed $30 on the bar and said, "You're on!"
Just as the blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy did a swan dive off of the building, falling to his death. The blonde was very upset and handed her $30 to Jack, saying, "Fair's fair... Here's your money."
Jack replied, "I can't take your money, I saw this earlier on the 5 o'clock news and knew he would jump."
The blonde replies, "I did too; but I didn't think he'd do it again."
Jack took the money.
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Elderly Banking... .........….
Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 82 year old woman.
The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.
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Dear Sir:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.
By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.
You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.
From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.
My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.
Be aware that it is an OFFENSE under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.
Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete.
I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.
Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.
In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.
I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service.
As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Let me level the playing field even further.
When you call me, press buttons as follows:
IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required.
Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7 again
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry.
The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.
While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?
Your Humble Client
And remember: Don't make old people mad. We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 20, 2019 - 08:02pm PT
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How right-on is that?
Late one morning, way back in the day, having slept in, I awoke with a huge appetite, like Bruin coming out of hibernation.
But not for just anything to shove down my piehole.
I had to have a burger from the Mono Cone; it was imperative, I told myself, or I would never get back to sleep.
Only problem was I didn't have a car.
And the place was in Lee Vining and I was in Merced and Tioga was under dozens of feet of snow.
Just for yucks, I called them to ask if they delivered and the gal who answered laughed robustly and said, "Sorry, sweetie, but nope."
And then she hung up.
There was more rain forecast and more snow. So I went out and walked to Denny's, a poor substitute for a real burger.
Which is where I met my future wife, who was a waitress on the graveyard shift then, going to MC during the morning.
She told me the burger wasn't as good as they showed it on the menu and she got me to order a big salad and I've been a vegetarian ever since.
We got married by her Dad's brother, a pig rancher who used to climb hard but now looks like one of his hogs.
It was a nice enough wedding, but the pigs knuckles and chicharones and all the bacon-wrapped canapes really turned me off.
So that's my own story about Lee Vining.
I hate ice and snow so never even thought about what's up the canyon besides the Third Pillar of Dana and TPR.
There was something someone said, at the wedding, something about "that red house over yonder?"
https://vimeo.com/302871308
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Feb 20, 2019 - 10:31pm PT
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A boy named Ba’il
He’d been lost
for three whole weeks
in the storm of ninety three
but then I heard a rumor
of a place
where he might be
Heard a place
that was nearby
a municipality
there were many
who’d been missing
since we’d lost our chickadee
I walked up and down
the rows where
the disenfranchised roamed
but could not find our boy
where so many
pined for home
In the center of the building
‘twas a warehouse
of some size
on a row
I had neglected
where I did not realize
In the final section there
amidst the cluster
of a group
I thought I spied
someone familiar
one beloved to recoup
When he saw me
he jumped up
and let out a gleeful wail
and I ran
full tilt to join him
where we both met at the rail
He was lowing
and was mooing
and he then let out a squeal
at last I found
our little bovine
oh such joy then did I feel
He’d been lost
our little Holstein
gone to pastures greener still
now there’d be
no cause to worry
we’d found our beloved Ba’il
-bushman
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 21, 2019 - 02:10am PT
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Yes, Fritzzy. ARTSY! See?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 21, 2019 - 02:41am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 21, 2019 - 02:59am PT
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Quah!
I'm up from 9 till 2 for no reason but the thrill
Then At 3 I wake with a start
Did I leave the Camera out in the freezing car?
At ten of 4 I'm wondering what was the final score?
After that it is 4:36,
they're threatening to close the case,
Against the lying, thieving treasonous whoremonger
the pussy grabber `n thief 'ill get away with it
the fix is clearly in
They confirmed Barr as Attorney General
& I remember him
Then The dark it seems not so
what is that flashing light?
The phone is flashing on & off
its a few minutes before 5 am
The Board Of Ed. has called to say
there will be a 2-hour delay
At 5:07 I finished this verse
Ah yes there it is at 6:02 that loud grinding
As the plow rips up the pavement
pushing the 3 inches of frozen crud
All up under the miss-matched unbalanced tires
OH-Defaquwah
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 21, 2019 - 03:10am PT
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On a lighter note there are the overdrafts
and cold blasts from the pasts
No Phishy mushroom guy?
is the hoobz back inda hoozcal?
that would be nice
As I was thinking of
his photoz
when I posted this here
hims
 whatever-
tzz-ore`in that "Capseesboy" thread tooz
"Why I Love Super Topo."
or
KizzenHimz
Rok`N-Gaze
hymns`n-rox
*And One More Nothing
at the last turn before turning in: and the thing that sent me Hot mad to bed early,
Was, when I was -just-viewing- and Not adding,
But using magnify/crop & the auto enhance
to look at the very young me
the cursor; the mouse/Arrow thingy
stuck
and was on "Save" not "Save as copy"
Is it Tourette's syndrome, a cursing of the fingers?
the early onset Parkinsons
should really get that checked
any way
it has not yet been deleted from the scroll of the Tacos pages
yet, thanx be
there goes that snow plow again?
what are they doing?
please note I;m not focing swearing
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Feb 21, 2019 - 06:11am PT
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Hope to deNote
I’m off on a journey
no sentimental journey
to see an ailing loved one
for the time is growing nigh
And when days grow longer
I’ll flash back to September
when all the world came crashing down
I’ll remember the day
our world torn asunder
there’s no easy way to say it
It was all too soon
under a full moon
when we first saw the stars fall down
like glitter in a snow globe
they fell slowly like ocean waves
at distance appearing
to barely move
And I’m still moving
slow motion too
like when we first met it all went so fast
but time caught up
and long has passed
as the world rushes by
I’m still moving slow motion like I do
I’m off on a journey
a not so sentimental journey
considering my speed
hope I get there soon
and all the while
I’ll be missing you
-bushman
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 21, 2019 - 08:50am PT
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The roads to Yosemite.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 21, 2019 - 12:27pm PT
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Gillette Can Kiss My Smooth Cheeks
by Joe Bob Briggs
February 21, 2019
[Click to View YouTube Video]
NEW YORK—The Gillette Fusion5 ProShield is such an amazing razor that I’m willing to stand in the middle of CVS Pharmacy and wait as long as necessary for the Gillette Shoplifting Police to show up and use the secret key that unlocks the cabinet containing the Gillette Fusion5 ProShield replacement blades with the lubrication strips and the pivot head that fits onto the Gillette Fusion5 ProShield handle with the convenient AAA battery that never runs out of juice and, contrary to what you might think, never gets wet.
This shaving device is both an engineering marvel and a work of art. It belongs in the Smithsonian Institution.
You can actually try to cut yourself with this razor and you’ll fail.
If you used this razor for suicide, all you would end up with is an extremely well-groomed wrist.
You could use the Gillette Fusion5 ProShield on a newborn baby who has no facial hair and the Gillette Fusion5 ProShield would find facial hair and eliminate it.
I don’t know where the Gillette engineers and inventors work—I picture some red brick edifice like Thomas Edison’s laboratory in West Orange, New Jersey—but, wherever it is, they must have citations and plaques from all over the world, praising them for solving the shaving conundrum that existed for over a hundred years.
To wit, is it better to shave with a sharp metal blade or with a motorized device?
For decades men went back and forth. Electric razors were easy to use but they never quite got all the hair. Straight razors could get all the hair but they irritated your skin and broke down on the angular parts of your face, slicing up your chin until you looked like a hemophiliac that’s been randomly attacked with a stapler.
The solution was . . . go low-tech with it!
Don’t motorize the blade. Motorize the handle!
Make the traditional steel blade vibrate like crazy!
And don’t just make one blade vibrate, put five blades stacked on top of one another so the stubble gets mowed down like one of those landscaping squads of 30 Mexican guys who pour out of the back end of a truck and sanitize your lawn in about ten minutes, but now applied to your face.
You know who hates the Gillette Fusion5 ProShield razor?
Mennen. Aqua Velva. Old Spice. Every product ever invented for Morning Face Repair—that moment when you splash scented alcohol onto your cheeks and watch tears pop out of your eyeballs from the pain.
The Gillette Fusion5 ProShield is painless. We can just go straight to the moisturizer, like women do, and start singing the Julie Andrews version of “I Feel Pretty.”
I’m actually a third-generation Gillette cheerleader. My grandpa was a troubleshooter for AT&T and so he managed to wrangle one of the first 17-inch Philco Predictas sold in Dallas in the late 1940s and immediately became a big fan of the Gillette Cavalcade of Sports and an even bigger fan of the Gillette Friday Night Fights. His enthusiasm faded a little bit after the night Emile Griffith killed Benny Paret in the ring at Madison Square Garden, but he beamed with pride the day I performed the “Look Sharp Be Sharp March”—better known as the Gillette sports theme—with the Arkansas All-Star Marching Band, using a crisp eight-to-five crossing pattern on the sacred turf of War Memorial Stadium in Little Rock. When you have only one week of rehearsal with high school band nerds who have never marched together, you always program two numbers that everybody knows—“Hey Look Me Over” and “The Gillette Look Sharp Be Sharp March.” If you have extra time, you spell something out and stand in formation with the trumpets out front while playing “Lara’s Theme” from Doctor Zhivago but that’s only so the drum major can stand on a ladder and pump that baton like a rock star.
“When did I become the spokesman for toxic masculinity, by the way?”
At any rate, I digress—my point being That’s how awesome Gillette was. Even the Boston Pops recorded the “Look Sharp Be Sharp March.”
Now. The only reason I’m talking about Gillette at all is that, for the past month, people have been sending me tweets, emails, texts, instant messages that say . . .
“Joe Bob, when are you gonna write about the Gillette commercial?”
“Joe Bob, you have to tell us what you think about Gillette and toxic masculinity.”
When did I become the spokesman for toxic masculinity, by the way? I never heard the term till about a year ago and I don’t even know what it is. I really need to take a continuing education course at Yale just to get up to speed on terminology.
“Joe Bob, did you know that Gillette is attacking men?”
“Joe Bob, did you notice all these men with their Fruit-of-the-Looms in a bunch because they can’t deal with criticism in a shaving commercial?”
I didn’t even know they included social criticism in shaving commercials. It makes me wanna go back and find out whether Gillette took a stand on reforming boxing rules after Benny Paret died during a televised event they paid for.
So this is me saying, Okay okay okay, I’ll watch the goddamn commercial!
So, yeah, I had to watch it four times. It took me a while to understand it, and I’m still not sure I do.
So my first comment to the marketing department of Gillette is, That’s a f*#king complicated message! Don’t they teach you in advertising class to open big, make one clear point, and close big? This thing would have been rejected by Jean-Luc Godard as Too Confusing For The Audience.
Let’s break it down.
In the first six seconds of the video, you have all these disembodied voices assaulting us over the images of four men staring at themselves in the mirror (but not shaving). And the voice snippets say “bullying,” “the MeToo Movement,” and “toxic masculinity,” as though they’re being plucked out of news reports.
So right away you’re dizzy with possibilities. That’s three things, none of which have anything to do with shaving. But then the Gillette logo comes up and the Gillette slogan:
The Best A Man Can Get
And then the Scary Announcer starts in on us.
“Is this the best a man can get?” he says in a deadly serious way.
And let’s talk about this guy’s voice for a minute. This is the guy who comes to the school assembly and tells you that, if you don’t use condoms, you’ll die of syphilis. This is a voice so wrapped in Stern Moral Attitude that it should be used to sentence serial killers to death. This is the voice of the football coach who sends half the team to the hospital because he thinks two-a-days in the hundred-degree heat are a way to build character. If I had to come up with some new words to describe this guy, those words might be . . . wait, I’ve got it . . . toxically masculine.
So that’s the framework. Voice-of-God Dude is gonna tell us what’s wrong with men, and to do that he’s gonna use “The Best A Man Can Get.”
Now. Am I the only person who has heard that phrase for the past 30 years and thought it meant the best shave a man can get? Was it some kind of sleeper-cell slogan? Was Gillette soaking our brains with it, like the messages in They Live!, so that three decades later they could reveal the true meaning? And were they saying that if you don’t live up to their standards—if you’re, say, a bully or a toxic male—you won’t be able to shave with Gillette products anymore?
Let’s find out. On to the 7th second:
A woman kisses a young man’s cheek (is it an old Gillette commercial? some art director’s idea of an old Gillette commercial? some generic moment in a generic movie that happens to have a protagonist with smooth cheeks?), but wait! It’s not a commercial at all because it’s on a huge movie screen, and bursting through that movie screen are a bunch of adolescent boys with backpacks and—I’m guessing here—one of the boys is being chased by the bratty (but oddly clean-cut) middle-school wolfpack. Cut to:
A mom cradling her young son, keeping his head turned away from something she’s staring at (a computer screen? a tv?) as various words pop up in cartoon dialogue balloons: “FREAK!” “You’re such a loser!” “Sissy!” “Everyone hates you!”
But before we can wrap our minds around what exactly is going on there (I’m assuming online nastiness toward the boy), the racing bullies from the previous scene break through the wall of her house and continue running, but she doesn’t notice, because she’s so intent on studying the online haters.
Stentorian Announcer: “You can’t hide from it. It’s been going on far too long.”
Well, no, I guess you can’t hide from it when the entire freshman class at Covington Catholic just demolished your living room wall. (Again, I can’t emphasize this enough, these are extremely well dressed white boys.) Cut to:
Cartoon men leering at an attractive leggy babe on a vintage tv set (not a Philco Predicta). Cut to:
A man dressed in 1950s attire in some kind of black-and-white tv show grabbing the ass of a maid as she’s dusting. Cut to:
Guys and girls on the beach. Hard to see what’s going on here because everything is in extreme closeup, but the girl is smiling. (I watched this part over and over expecting to find some kind of sexual harassment going on but it just looks like outtakes from Floribama Shore.) Cut to:
Three bored kids sitting on a couch with a remote control, watching the same goofy black-and-white man grabbing the ass of the same generic maid, and as the camera tracks back and the field of vision widens, we see that the three boys are part of the old sitcom, they’re sitting on a tv set with a studio audience, just a few feet away from the ass-grabber.
From this point on in the video, I’m too confused to follow anything else that happens.
Let me repeat that. I am a professional film critic who can tell you what happens in both Memento and Donnie Darko, and I can’t tell you what happens in this commercial. We’ve not only broken the fourth wall here, we’ve broken eight other walls that we didn’t realize were there until the Galloping Bully Horde broke them down.
And, by the way, while we’re stopped: most of this thing is about bullying, not grown-up behavior. At least half of it seems to be preaching at ten-year-old boys. But by all means let’s continue.
Voice of Zeus: “You can’t laugh it off” . . . as our 1950s black-and-white maid-fondler makes the breast-grab sign with both hands and the fake studio audience bursts into laughter. Cut to:
A huge mahogany conference table on a high floor of a city full of skyscrapers, with the Condescending CEO putting his hand on the shoulder of the only woman present and saying “What I actually think she’s trying to say . . .” while we show the pained expression on the woman’s face.
Voice of Coach Godzilla: “Making the same old excuses.”
Next we have the Three-Hundred-Lame-Dads-at-a-Barbecue Sequence. It starts with three guys in barbecue aprons watching two extremely young boys fake-fight. One of the dads says “Boys will be boys” and then the camera angle widens to show an endless line of barbecuing fistfight-enabling father figures repeating in unison “Boys will be boys,” clutching their spatulas like extras from Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Voice of Gillette Master of the Universe: “But something finally changed.”
Dramatic energetic music over a female anchor saying “allegations regarding sexual assault and sexual harassment” quickly dissolving into a dozen screens filled with anchors and reporters all talking over one another.
Voice of our now familiar Public Scold: “And there will be no going back.”
Cut to a room full of men and women sitting in somber attentive silence, as though at a funeral, watching something off screen, we know not what. Are they scowling at the Ass-Grabbing Maid-Abuser?
Voice of our Manga Flamethrower-bearing Father Figure: “Because we . . . we believe in the best in men.” (Yes, he says “we” twice. I don’t know if it’s for emphasis, for dramatic effect, or because it used to say “Gillette believes” instead of “we believe” and they needed the extra beat.)
An older man stares meaningfully into the eyes of a younger man. (No idea.)
Terry Crews appears in a C-Span clip, saying “Men need to hold other men accountable.”
Two young women at a lawn party drink out of plastic cups and are distracted by a guy saying “Smile, sweetie!” when another guy steps in front of him, cutting off access to the two girls and saying “Come on!” (I’m not sure if the offense is the “smile” part, the “sweetie” part, the walking up to a girl at a party part, but obviously this guy has broken the Gillette Code.)
Magnanimous Gillette Moral Teacher: “To say the right thing. To act the right way.”
A guy sees a girl on the street and starts to follow her, presumably to chat her up. Another guy stops him and says “Not cool!” (I need to call my friend in Israel about this one and tell him it’s time to get a divorce. He saw a girl on the street, thought she was attractive, followed her—and a few months later they were married.)
But suddenly the speeding bullies are back! They’ve chased some kid through the entire commercial but they haven’t caught him yet and now the whole pack is racing through the Wall Street Financial District. (I told you these were rich white boys.)
Voice of Righteous Morality: “Some already are. In ways big and small.”
A dad forces his pre-school daughter to repeat after him: “I am strong.”
One of the barbecue dads runs over and stops the fight. Neither kid seems to be even slightly scratched.
Some guys on the street shake hands.
Voice of Our Collective Male Conscience: “But some is not enough.”
A dad with his own young son in tow breaks into a run in order to save the kid who’s being chased down Wall Street.
The Only Good Barbecue Dad lectures the two boys about fighting.
Voice of Omniscient Gillette: “Because the boys watching today will be the men of tomorrow.”
Sequential closeups of young boys’ faces.
Then, text materializing over a kid’s face:
THE BEST A MAN CAN GET
(Well, yeah, because that kid is too young to shave!)
Ominous text crawl:
IT’S ONLY BY CHALLENGING OURSELVES TO DO MORE
THAT WE CAN GET CLOSER TO OUR BEST
WE ARE TAKING ACTION AT THEBESTMENCANBE.ORG
JOIN US
GILLETTE
If you go to the website to find out about the “taking action” part, you discover that they’re giving money to the Boys and Girls Clubs of America. (I learned to box at the Boys Club, by the way, so maybe they’re getting behind my own father’s bully-protection strategy: “Put on the gloves, son, you can’t let ‘em push you around.”)
So my message to Gillette is the same one hammered into us by my 10th-grade English teacher: Communicate in a clear transparent way.
There’s no way to figure out what Gillette is asking us to do, and therefore it’s pure virtue-signalling without knowing what virtue they’re signaling! If the four best examples they can come up with of Bad Male Behavior are:
Being nasty online.
Letting young boys fight too much.
Trying to talk to girls you see on the street.
Using the term “sweetie” or being condescending in a business meeting.
. . . then Gillette is not exactly calling for Mass Sensitivity Training. We had tougher standards than that in the Boy Scouts.
My message to the people who are angry about this is a) it’s a shaving company, b) any communication from them is intended to sell shaving products, c) they have degrees in “social responsibility marketing” at places like Dartmouth and the people who take those courses need jobs, and d) the Gillette Fusion5 ProShield is a f*#king amazing razor.
You know how you buy vegetables and handicrafts and homemade candy from the Amish people in the train station but you don’t really wanna converse with them or become Amish yourself?
It’s like that. Their religion is not our religion. We’ll never understand it.
But the Gillette Fusion5 ProShield is a f*#king amazing razor.
https://gillette.com/en-us/the-best-men-can-be
Apropos of nothing above...
I have a "meet" with my daughter, driving up to the Bay Area from LA, who has condescended to allot me one hour of her time since she will be passing through, but we have to go to Denny's and she's not interested in meeting my friend Laurie, just "wants to catch up."
I'll take what I can get.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 21, 2019 - 01:13pm PT
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Merced to Waterford.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 21, 2019 - 02:42pm PT
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