1977—"The world's first gay doll for everyone."
(click ad, via) Just in case you're wondering about Gay Bob's "private parts," the answer is yes. The Don Draper doll would definitely be his twink bottom. Created by an ad exec, of course.
(click ad, via) Just in case you're wondering about Gay Bob's "private parts," the answer is yes. The Don Draper doll would definitely be his twink bottom. Created by an ad exec, of course.
See if you can figure out why these ads via The Netherlands say that women shouldn't watch the channel. (link)
(click ad) I mean, look at that face. AND, he's eating the fucking sky-sicle™ mold, not a sky-sicle™ ice pop. I guess Evel wanted to make damn sure he wasn't out-cooled (image via).
...and a subhead written on her PJs (click ad). $6! But, "they shoot straight and kill." Looks like Janie already knows how to load it. Better let her test it out on her dolly first, though. (ad from a 1913 Saturday Evening Post, image via). Previously: the instant action Flame Gun.
(click ad) Londoner Keeley Hazell, Sun Page 3 girl and muse for millions of UK masturbatory sessions, is the latest chesty D-lister to strip for PETA's anti-fur movement. "Be comfortable in your own skin"—easy for the booby bird to say (image via). Previous PETA SpokesChests: Pam Anderson. Jenna Jameson. Sherlyn Chopra. And Corey Feldman.
(click ad, via) How's this for profiting from disaster? Ad is from 1937, mere months (weeks?) after the Hindenburg airship disaster. The copy: "Many of the passengers and crew of the ill-fated "Hindenburg" whose faces were burned were shaved with Schick Shavers during their stay in the hospital. So badly burned were they that there was a thick crust of tissue on their faces through which their beards grew. It was quite impossible to use a blade to shave them. But the Schick Shaver glided gently and painlessly over the injured skin, removing the hair at the scarred surface." Thank fucking God for that. I didn't think it would ever happen. But this 1981 World Trade Center asbestos advert has now been supplanted as copyranter's Worst Ad Ever.
It's the latest installment of Retro Racist Ad of the Week. Previously, Sanka made fun of evil, lazy, stupid Mexicans. Now, an Ivory ad that featured a black porter "as smooth as chocolate custard." (link)
(click ad) Nothing to add here, it's all in the stupid headline (ad by Moscow agency Max Brandson, via). Related: a round-up of anti-drunk driving ads inside public bathrooms. Related: Drunk-driving Lindsay Lohan mugshot. Related: the drunk googly-eyed VW Beetle.
(click ad) Is that you, Virginia Wade? Ra-ther sexist print ad via online site InterCasino advertising the chance to win free tix to the AEGON Masters Tennis Tournament—a men's only affair—December 1-6 at London's Royal Albert Hall. Doing creaky Ben-Gay battle will be former greats Aussie Pat Cash, crazy Croatian Goran Ivanisevic, and Scud-serving Mark Phillippoussis, et al. This cheeky piece of gratuitous AssVertising I could have done without (agency Isobel, image via). Previously: 50-year old John McEnroe wants to stick his 50-foot arm up your ass.
If you've ever wanted to see Nelson Mandela, Mother Teresa, and the Dalai Lama jam as a funky jazz trio, well this is as close as you're gonna get. Al Gore on cowbell (kidding)! (link)
(click ad) "120,000 unplanned babies are born in Britain every year...So when the stork arrives, make sure he's a welcome visitor." It's rare these days—and nonexistent in the US—that you see a condom ad that actually presents the main fucking selling point of the product. I've seen two recent instances: another stork-riffing Durex campaign via New Zealand, and a brilliant cost-saving prophylactic ad via India. Otherwise, it's all sleazy, specious enhance your pleasure bullshit (via).
(click ad) Viagra. Playboy. Lube. Absolut vodka. Guinness. The Volkswagen GTI. Even Ben Gay. Now that the People's Republic has fully embraced unbridled Capitalism, the Chinese people are joyously blowing their hard-earned Yuans on our non-essential immoral Western products. But Chinese advertising (click the above links for examples) just isn't quite there yet. However, this print execution for the dandruff shampoo, via Saatchi & Saatchi in Guangzhou, is not only comprehensible, but actually pretty funny. Scanned from a recent Archive.
Per usual via the People's Republic, these print ads for the Irish stout are just fucking strange. (link)
(click ad) Larry Flynt bought 10. "Superbly sculptured by a European artist, it's a masterpiece of lightweight, micro-processor technology." $69.95? That's a lot of fucking 1970s bucks. And the gold leaves are blocking my tongue. Sadly, the 800-number is no longer in service. I wanted one for the bedroom to complement my sexxxy Love Rug™ and new closet-full of "Me Jane" spread-leg clothes hangers (image via).
Rihanna-pummeling asshole Chris Brown is, unbeknownst to him, being used to sell the mixer to Israelis in a new campaign. (link)
(click ad) See Jane spread. Fuck yeah—"sexy clothes hangers for men" topped by a "black lace-trimmed leopard cloth bikini." $1! Metrosexuals? You can have your pussy padded hangers. I want a closet-full of these. No corresponding "Me Tarzan" hanger unfortch (image via). Previous sexy sexist buygone product: the Frederick's blow-up bra.
November is American Diabetes Month—which means it's time to post an awareness video with a nsfw masturbation joke. (link)
(click image) Microsoft in New Zealand, via agency Y&R, apparently recently mailed out some letters in fucking concrete envelopes (with an enclosed hammer) to software salespeople (I'm guessing just high-end accounts) touting Windows, and inviting them to enter a promotion to win a trip to Berlin. Well, at least the recipients got a free hammer out of it (via). Previous bad Microsoft advertising: Ungrammatical. Tragically ironic. Monstrously moronic. Mega misdirected. Patently unpatriotic. Boringly fake.