Knock-Out Water

I don’t know how I missed this one, but Christine at Storked discovered there is a water that has the tagline “Zero calorie water puts moms to sleep.” Now, I know if I watch Charlie Rose for a couple of minutes I’m asleep, so I didn’t know there was a need to knock mom out, let alone with zero calories. Christine rightly points out that as a mom she feels she would be ready to be conscious should her young ones need her.

I think I would only feel comfortable taking an aid when I’m:

1) no longer nursing

2) in a hotel that night with kiddos taken care of elsewhere

3) on an overnight plane and super nanny is in the next seat watching my children.

I love the gutsy marketing of this water. I can imagine for such a crowded field they have to try something.

“Hmm, vitamin, done.  Jennifer Aniston? Taken.”

I always say I have a cheap mouth. I drink tap.

Seems like it would be more helpful to have something to knock out the kids.

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That was the name of my favorite page in Ms. magazine when I was growing up. I was a good little feminist as a child of the ’70s. Ms. was new, and we had a subscription right away. Most of the magazine was over my little head, but on the back page they had (and think they still do) ads and billboards that were so objectionable toward women they were not worthy of comment.

I have thought of that through the years. About a year ago, there were awful billboards for NIP/TUCK that showed the two male leads surrounded by dismembered parts of a beautiful woman. Presently, I cringe when I see the posters for the new Bruce Willis film SURROGATES. More dismembered woman.  And what of my little almost 4 year old seeing those? What is she to make of how violence toward women is glorified? Or when my son can take it. Will he think less of woman because of junk like this?

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Creative Commons License photo credit: außerirdische sind gesund

Today though, I must comment on a sports column that was published in the OC County register. This writer uses Jaycee Dugard’s nearly 20 years of being held captive and raped to catch her up on what she missed… wait for it, wait for it… in the world of sports.

Pause. Yes, that’s right.

The value of a child abducted, raped, kept from her family is so little that it’s a column about the last 18 years of sports highlights. Read for yourself if you dare. The man is a dirt bag.

If a US Solider was a prisoner of war for 18 years and he was physically, sexually brutalized would a column be so callous? I would hope not, and I would think not.

The story of her captivity has been haunting me since it broke, as I am sure it has others. It’s rare to find someone who is really this big of a jerk, but the Orange County Register has found him.

Thanks to my wonderful stepdaughter Vanessa for sending me this. There is steam coming out of my ears.

Why I Love Advertising Part 2

I kind of rush the beginning of this vlog, so if you didn’t see my previous video about this (Why I Love Advertising), let me explain. I always wanted to buy Tarn-X when I was a kid, but my mom said it was a waste of money. More than thirty years later (“more than” being the key phrase), I finally bought some. When I mentioned I didn’t test the Tarn-X, several (um, two) people asked me to do so. So, here is my test: will Tarn-X take off the tarnish on my silver like the commercials from the 1970s?

Why I Love Advertising

Hey, we are bombarded with it, right? Sometimes you have to succumb. I know few people who have never ordered something off TV or QVC. As a kid, I ordered the Liberace Big Note Song Book and learned to play “Deck the Halls.”

I do try to shield Vivien from it on TV and radio, picking channels that have very little and muting it when ads come on. Even though she says, “What happened, Mommy?”

Well, here is how I haven’t shielded myself, and the funny thing? I still haven’t eaten one Klondike bar.