Confession: I like watching commercials. I always have. I don’t necessarily love the commercials (see yesterdays diatribe about Walmart and doorbells and add to it Columbia and their firetruck sirens), but they fascinate me. I wonder what the strategy was, who the audience is and sometimes WHAT IN THE FUCK WERE THEY THINKING (see Google’s use of “Father Christmas”).
If you know me for any length of time I will make you talk about commercials with me. I spent 30 minutes on the phone bitching about election commercials to my friend EM who lives in Madison. Sister #2 thinks I need to start a blog where I just bitch about commercials that bug me. She claims she’d read it all the time.
Today I tried to avoid computer screens. My pre-election anxiety is at its peak and coupling that with work burnout means I ned to not be plugged in. So instead I sat on the couch with a pile of dogs, some yarn, and a random season of Top Chef on Hulu.
This is all to say that I’ve seen a lot of commercials today, and tomorrow I will share those thoughts with you because I’m out of words for today.