File under "Inane Things that Inexplicably Make me Happy"
The pleasure I take from this commercial is, I know, perverse. It is possibly the single most asinine, obnoxious tune ever penned. Which is its very genius. The song speaks directly to my inner 12-year old, the girl who ruined a soulful slow-dance for everyone in my youth group by shouting the lyrics of "Purple Rain" to the tune of Frosty the Snowman over it; the one who blasted Led Zeppelin every time it came on the radio of my first boyfriend's car - precisely because the band gave him the hives.
I know I'm a little late to the party here, but this blog isn't about the latest so much as what I think happens to be the greatest. So there. Seriously, if I'd seen this as a teenager, it would have made me want to be an ad exec the way my friend Jon was inspired by Angela Bower (and her enormous glasses - which, frighteningly seem to be back in style) of Who's the Boss.
Listen at your own risk. Then tell me about an obnoxious thing you secretly enjoy torturing others with.
I know I'm a little late to the party here, but this blog isn't about the latest so much as what I think happens to be the greatest. So there. Seriously, if I'd seen this as a teenager, it would have made me want to be an ad exec the way my friend Jon was inspired by Angela Bower (and her enormous glasses - which, frighteningly seem to be back in style) of Who's the Boss.
Listen at your own risk. Then tell me about an obnoxious thing you secretly enjoy torturing others with.
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