If I only had a brain
“Big Lou is just like you. He’s on meds too!” So croons a happy-to-lucky voice trying to convince you that even if you are old and sick, Big Lou can get you term life insurance. This is emblematic of commercials being an agent in the dumbing down of America. I live in the land of geckos, south Florida. I’m used to them. I’m also insulted that Geico is betting that America will buy automobile insurance from one. Even worse is Doug and his idiot Emu trying to do the same for Progressive Insurance. I can’t deal with Liberty Mutual’s certainty that I will buy insurance from an actor who can’t remember his lines or All-State’s Mr. Chaos. Do we really have to make our point by showing stupid driver tricks?
Flo and her band of rate robbers? Send them back to the minors.
The commercials from Big Pharma, I think, are dangerous. First, have you noticed that every disease has been reduced to three letters of the alphabet? Fortunately, each disease gets its own letters… This makes each illness seem somewhat trivial, that a person in a white coat can beat it, usually just a person in a white coat, rather than a real doctor or pharmacist. Just call this number…or ask your doctor to prescribe it…or run out and buy some of it. More dangerous and dumb, still are the commercials that tout the healing power of a product, ascribing certification from someone or somewhere, and end with the disclaimer that the product won’t cure anything. In fact, it might even kill you. There are still some disclaimers around that are spouted by fast-talkers who are finished before your brain has digested the first three words they’ve said. There ought to be a law. Actually, these fast talkers are used to skirt a law mandating disclaimers. The law doesn’t mandate how they are to be said or written (most seniors like me need a magnifying glass to read written disclaimers, the print is so small), just that they be said.
A new player on the screen is an owl selling us an antihistamine. I suppose one is wise to take it.