Just because I’m watching The Waltons on a Friday night does not mean that I’m interested in a policy for final expenses.
I’ve realized the drug and insurance companies love to advertise on the tv channels I like to watch. They think only senior citizens watch the oldies. I have to endure ads about incontinence and Jitterbug phones right in the middle of Andy Griffith. The nerve of them assuming that I need any of that, because I’m watching reruns of shows I saw in their original form in the 60’s and 70’s.
I’m a tad offended.
“Do you have frequent urges to go to the bathroom?”
“Does sitting for long periods of time seem like torture?”
No! I want to watch The Lucy Show and not have to see somebody cringing in pain while dancing to “Boogie Nights” on a gallbladder commercial. Please get off my tv. Just because I’m over 40 and like the oldie shows does not mean that I have the heartbreak of psoriasis.
I’ll tell you what heartbreak is — having to sit through those commercials.
Pharmaceutical companies are using pop songs that were popular in the 70’s and 80’s to push their drugs, too. If I have to listen to another Earth, Wind and Fire song while hearing a voiceover tell me all about stool softener… Why do they think I might even need that? My stool habits are none of their beeswax. Watching Lawerence Welk and Gilligan’s Island isn’t fun anymore.
What’s coming next? Nursery rhymes advertising wrinkle cream? The younger set will be combating the aging process before they even start grade school.
I can see it now– the spokesperson would probably be a kid from a baby food commercial. A whole dance team dressed like characters from Frozen twirling around on screen with a jar of snowflakes that claims to freeze everything it’s applied to so little ones can maintain that “just born” look throughout life. “Quick – act before you turn eight — or it will be too late!”
I think I’ll pass. In fact, I’m starting my own revolt against all the so-called experts who invade my late night tv viewing. While the geriatric ads are running, I’ll make my way to the kitchen and eat something loaded with bacon and butter – all the stuff they warn you about.
Pour some sugar on that.
Rock On, my friends. Rock On.