With the 50th anniversary of the assassination of JFK less than two weeks away, it occurs to me that the next seven or so years are going to be filled with significant 50th anniversaries. Significant to my age bracket anyway – if you were born in the 80’s or 90’s or later (and why aren’t you doing your homework instead of reading this?) all these anniversaries have as much importance as poking yourself in the eye with a sharp stick.
Just imagine…. The 50th anniversary celebrations for The Beatles alone is a marketing wet dream:
First Ed Sullivan Show
First Gold Record
First US concert
Release of Sgt Pepper
Hard Day’s Night
and on and on and on. Not to mention The Stones, the entire British invasion…
We’re going to relive the 60’s through a consumerist eye: more political assassinations (Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X), Woodstock, The first moon landing. The number 50 will become a constant cultural icon – like Bart Simpson or Donald Trump’s hair. And it will all be linked to car and mattress sales. Just imagine the wealth of Franklin Mint commemorative coins that could be sold. Tie-dye will make an even stronger comeback than it already has (get on it Limey!). Somebody will have to put a TV extravaganza together, celebrating the birth of all those wacky, iconic 60’s shows.
There’s also something oddly disquieting about that fact I’ll turn 60 while we celebrate the 60’s. ::::::shivers::::: Let’s not go there.
I just saw……….
a christmas commercial.
it was one of the marts, K or Wal.
i give up
My working wardrobe consists mostly of button down shirts. I know – it’s a conservative thing but that’s the way i roll to work. And we’re talking basic color schemes here. White, blue, blue stripe, green stripe…….
Now I have always had a pink shirt in the work ensemble. One, because I like it. Two, it’s a good color for me (unlike orange which washes me right out…another reason to stay un-incarcerated – those jumpsuits would make me paler than ivory snow at the north pole).
So I was somewhat miffed during the most recent pink shirt wearing day when an, albeit well-meaning, woman at work walked up to me and said, “Ah. Supporting breast cancer.”
No. I’m not. I’m wearing a pink shirt. period. This is not to say I don’t support the breast cancer awareness effort. On the contrary – I think it’s a good and righteous thing. But does it now mean that ANYTHING pink is supporting breast cancer awareness? What if I have pink grapefruit for breakfast? Was Elvis’s Cadillac an early symbol? What about pinking shears? Little Pink Houses? Pink pedal pushers? And what about Pink Floyd??? Huh?????
What if black became the color for supporting testicular cancer awareness? Women all over the globe would have closets full of testicular cancer awareness clothing. How would that look? Walking up to some woman wearing a fashionable black number and saying..”Ahh, Testicular cancer! Good for you.”
Will someone let me know what the boundaries are here, please? I certainly can no longer look to the NFL for help…
Seriously. What’s the point? What is goal of putting some foreign substance on your eyelashes? Think about it. Is there a prize for best eyelashes? Does it garner a better salary? Does it allow you to make delectable pizza or instantly know how to dance the merengue? I don’t get it. I know all those TV and girly mag ads promise perfect, long, luxurious eyeleshes…but why do you want that? By the way, and this is from the viewer perspective, I have yet to see an application of mascara that didn’t look at least a little bit clumpy, and others look like the eyelashes were scraped across the gunky crankcase of an old Buick. I’ve been told it’s part of the whole eye accoutrement package, the holy trinity of mascara/liner/shadow. One rant at a time please.
Now if you really go off the deep end you can go the Sephora route and look like an extra from The Walking Dead.
Some things are just a mystery…
Filed under marketing, women
As an added bonus I wanted to share these as a stocking stuffer, if you will.
I know they aren’t necessarily xmas ads, but I found them….um….historically significant.
and when all else fails, just remember what Mom really wants is to be reminded she belongs in the kitchen…
I’m not sure what this is for. I assume it’s not a public service announcement concerning fire safety.
Judging by the size of the woman’s waist, it may be some sort of diet plan.
Get the Mrs. something with a 8 inch waist. she’ll love you for it.