I know that I”m getting old, approaching age 60 at light speed, wondering just what the bleep happened to the old norms, etc.
So excuse my crotchety old man rant or better yet, screw off, I don’t care if you are offended go play in traffic.
Just about 5 minutes ago, right before 6 p.m. Easter Daylight Time, I tuned into Bloomberg TV via Roku. I thought, what the hell, let’s see the Aussie and New Zealand market reactions to the bank and forth with the US and China over Hedge Fund Master Pelosi’s visit and threats of World War III.
Just before the program started, I get a Gillette commercial. For their Venus line of products. With a pubic hair rap.
One more time, a rap about pubic hair care.
No shit, I’m serious.
Other than my wife’s ahem, mound, the only mound I care hearing from is the round mound of rebound:
Not because he’s a pussoir, but because he makes me laugh, especially doing golf commentary while Tom Brady is playing.
But back to the pubes.
Decorum is out. America is just deteriorating at an absurd rate. Did anyone really think that perhaps the average Bloomberg TV viewer may not want to focus on a furburger at 6 p.m. on a Sunday night?
Maybe it’s just me, but the dancing pubes thing at dinner time is a hair too far.