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The first time I saw the commercial, I thought it had to be a gag gift. (But then again, I thought the same thing about the Snuggie, and look how that turned out.) Seriously, though, a product that stops your dog from barking?

Am I the only one who finds something wrong with this? You chose to get a dog, didn’t you realize that barking is his way of expressing himself? Of telling you he’s hungry, has to pee, or alerting you to danger?

As much as you may want to, you wouldn’t buy a product that would render your children mute. The quiet game only works for so long. Presumably, you got a pet to be a member of the family. I’m not suggesting that he eat at the table, or get dibs on shotgun, but allowing him to speak? I think that’s okay.

And then there’s the one woman in the commercial who says, “I would take her for a walk and it was absolutely a trial of patience because she would bark at everything and everyone.” I’m sorry – what kind of animal did you think you were getting?! If she can’t bark during her walk, outside, where and when can she?

I’m still kind of hoping that this will turn out to be a joke, but I’m not optimistic.

That said, if you do buy one and your dog ends up peeing all over the house because he couldn’t bark to have you let him outside, well, I’ll be among the first to say I told you so.

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I don’t know if you’ve seen those new tampon commercials yet. If not, here you go (and if you only watch one, watch the second one):

I kind of love them. The sarcasm in the first one is pretty much what every woman has felt at one point or another during the old commercials. And the second one, well, I love a good social experiment.

Maybe today’s tampon day!”

Now, I toyed with the idea of reenacting that, in the name of the blog, to see if those were typical results. But really, 1) I’m not that bold yet, and 2) I’m 95% sure there wouldn’t be much difference in the responses. Generally, guys+tampons=uncomfortable.

But here’s the question: what’s the male equivalent of tampons? Something that women might not even want to say out loud, much less go in and buy?

I suggested condoms (I will buy them, I just don’t like it), but I know that doesn’t hold true across the board.

What do you think – is there a male equivalent? Or do women have the “uncomfortable product” market covered?

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Yesterday as I was perusing Jezebel, I saw a very exciting piece of news:

Betty White Says Yes To Saturday Night Live

Finally!

The campaign to get her on the show has been in full force since her stellar Super Bowl Snickers commercial:

And I say it’s about time. I’ve loved Betty White since I was a kid, watching Golden Girls with my Mamie.

Dorothy and Sophia had that dry humor, that cutting wit. Blanche was a little (or a lot) on the inappropriate side, which, thankfully, went over my head most of the time. But Rose was always the unintentionally funny, clueless, yet completely genuine one.

And, really, how many people would recognize St. Olaf without her?

I can’t wait to see what she comes up with on SNL. I’m imagining something epic.

But no pressure, Betty. No pressure at all…

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I’m playing some catch-up after being out of the office on Friday, but there are just a few things I wanted to mention:

1) Thank you guys SO much for all of your well-wishes after my grad school post. If you’ve been reading for any amount of time (or know me at all), you know just how much I’d been stressing. Thanks again!

2) Specific to the DC area – it’s amazing how much the general mood has shifted since last week, now that we’ve had 3 beautiful, sunny days in a row! Thank you, Mother Nature, please don’t take it back.

3) I have had that McDonald’s commercial stuck in my head since Friday. You know the one.

Yes, I’m shamelessly trying to pass it off.

Happy sunny Monday!

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I’m sure you’ve seen some of the new Old Spice commercials manmercials by now. And, while it’s entirely possible that I’m just easily amused, I find them quite entertaining.

It’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love.”

Now, I’m not saying that I’m going to start buying Old Spice (it’s what you want your man to smell like, not what I want to smell like – duh), but I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more appearances like this.

Marketing at its finest. Heeya!

Happy Friday!

Jezebel also has an interesting piece on The Man Your Man Could Smell Like – and how he came up with the idea in the first place. I need more voicemails like that one.

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Bing?

I have seen this commercial at least five times in the past 24 hours. At least.

And the first time I saw it, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. (But I was loving the Eddie Money reference.) I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what the ad was for – if anything. In fact, my first (nerd) thought was if this was some sort of bizarre word association game. Admittedly, though, by the end of the commercial, I was agreeing with the premise.

I am on search overload!

This may just be my own personal ADD, but when I start typing something into Google, I often occasionally once in a while get distracted by what else pops up. For instance, if I have a “why” question (that can only be answered by Google – obviously), I get “why do men have nipples” and at least three variations of “why did Chris Brown beat up Rihanna.” The word “how” yields “how to kiss,” “how to get pregnant,” and “how stuff works” – all in a row. Coincidence? I think not.

So I checked out Bing. And…well, I couldn’t tell a difference.

Oh wait, that’s not true: instead of “why do men have nipples” Bing gave me “why did I get married.

Sounds like Bing is having some regrets already.

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One of Geico’s newer commercials involves the lizard and the boss participating in a trust fall:

The boss has complete faith, but, to say the lizard looks wary, would be an understatement. That’s the look that reminds me of my very first (and last) trust fall – which happened about 15 years ago. It was the week of Vacation Bible School at the church I went to, and the lesson of the day was, obviously trust.

One of the first exercises we did was with a partner, where one person closed their eyes and the other person led them around the church, making sure they didn’t run into or trip on anything. I was nervous enough about that, and shuffled around with my arms stretched out, while my partner gave me directions. When all the pairs were done, it was time for the fall.

We had one big youth room in the basement of the church – really, a place for us all to hang out. We had a pinball machine, foosball table, air hockey, and a ping pong table. The last one was our “base point” for the fall. One at a time, each kid stood on the table and the rest of us stood at the base in two lines, so that our arms interlocked, creating a cradle with which to catch. (For the record, we *did* have adult supervision who made sure we were standing in in the right formation to catch anyone that came off the ping pong table.) Everything was going well – numerous people got up, fell off, and had nothing more to worry about than a stray hand on their ass.

Then it was my turn.

Now, considering I was falling backwards, I couldn’t exactly *see* what had happened. But, good god did I feel it. I was NOT caught.

Think “Mean Girls” (around 1:25…but no Karen):

I went down on my butt and back and onto the floor (which was concrete, covered by carpet that was less than an inch thick). Not only did I go down, but the force caused my head to hit the floor – then bounce back up again. Even better? It was caught on video tape – and later shown to our congregation as one of the highlights of the week.

Maybe I was crazy to attempt a fall off the table. Maybe we needed a little more adult supervision – and some pillows.

And maybe this explains why I have a certain amount of trouble trusting people. I just don’t want to get dropped on my head again.

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