Movember Moustaches: one of these men killed more men per year than Prostate Cancer.

(click ads, via) As you probably know, men (and some women) the world over are growing moustaches this month to raise money/awareness for prostate cancer. Above are ads by TBWA Singapore done for the Singapore Prostate Cancer Research Fund. How just plain wrong Dali and Mercury look is interesting. This Hulk Hogan version is the best of the rest of the campaign. The inclusion of Stalin's not going to make several eastern European countries happy. Why not Hitler?
Anyway, men? Join me, and go get reamed this month by Dr. Seth Lerner's RoboProber 3000. Previous stops on Prostate Cancer Awareness Ad world tour: Australia (amusing) • the USA (awful) • Switzerland (freaky).

John McEnroe wants to stick his 50-foot arm up your ass.

(click ad) Mac is my favorite all-time tennis player (who's lefty sideways service style I badly imitated in high school), and he does a good job as a color commentator. But this monstrous image on the side of Madison Square Garden of the angriest man to ever hold a racket makes me even more fearful of getting my prostate checked, GlaxoSmithKline. Thanks to Evan Lambert for the pic. Previously in: prostate cancer-related ads.

Australian men get tips on sheds, women, and prostate cancer.

(click ad, via) The long copy print ad—as good as dead in this fucking Tweeting culture of ours. (Here's a brilliant recent example via South Africa. Here's another via the UK.) While this one for The Cancer Council of Western Australia isn't quite brilliant, it is at least ambitious. And you'll smile once or twice. And maybe learn a thing or two. It's ultimate goal is to promote a prostate cancer call-in evening next month. Nice idea. Certainly better than this awful US TV spot. I just think the copy should have been pushed more to be a tad quirkier, a smidgen funnier. By Perth ad agency marketforce.

How's this for an unappealing reason to get screened for cancer?

(click ad, via) In addition to insulting the ugly Olds, can we also get some big titties in the ad? Yes, says the Lima, Peru office of ad agency Y&R. Didn't I read somewhere that jerking off helps prevent prostate cancer? Tits? What can't they sell? Note: this is the same agency and same client that produced this booby heads breast cancer ad. The Inappropriate PSA Humor thread gets longer every day.

Link Haze, 9/22/11.

• cat gif.
• Dam graffiti.
• AT-AT pancake.
• The Prostate Czech.
• WE ARE, WE ARE WALMART!
• Bootleg movie posters from Ghana.
• Is asshole Mr. Opportunity finally dead?
• The Hathaway shirt man is back. Sort of.
• BMW gave golfers motor oil scented cologne.
• Russian spy Anna Chapman with a sniper rifle.
• NYC conceptual "artist" Paul Richard's latest "work."

UK Lingerie model touches herself for testicular cancer awareness (nsfw).

That is one nasty ball sack. Model: Rhian Sugden. Ad agency: JWT London. Director: Rankin. Both worked pro bono for the client—Male Cancer Awareness Campaign—according to Campaign Brief. From the press note:
"The educational viral film aims to eliminate the embarrassment surrounding young men—particularly 18-35 year olds—checking themselves and understanding the early signs for testicular cancer."
Well, the video will no doubt get many young men touching themselves. And, I guess, it's undeniable that it will get many young men checking their balls, too. Sugden, a  Sun "Page Three Girl," has numerous appearances in lad mags like Maxim, Loaded, and, appropriately, Nuts.
Related: prostate cancer awareness ads ranging from terrible to less terrible.

Sexist Ad of the Week: Prostate Cancer Foundation.

(via osocio) "Why can't men express themselves more like women." It's a knitting circle, featuring former NFL great (and co-star of the 1972 classic "The Thing With Two Heads") Rosey Grier and retired MLB pitcher Vida Blue (two he-men with girlie names!) Ahh, so cute, and equally insulting to both men and women. Bravo, PCF. Previous Sexist Ads of the Week.

Where is Gaddafi? Selling life insurance in Australia (print ad).

(click ad) Desperate Despot-vertising!
Previously, we've seen: Mahmoud Ahmadinejad selling yoga classes in Amsterdam; Osama bin Laden selling tattoo removal in Toronto; Stalin selling prostate exams in Singapore; And Hitler selling many, many things worldwide.
Here, McCann Erickson in Melbourne thinks both the slaughter of thousands of Libyans (Most of whom didn't have life insurance) and your inevitable death are worth a little chuckle. (I didn't chuckle. Maybe you did.) Yes, this is a real ad set to run in tomorrow's editions of The Australian, The Age and Sun Herald, according to Campaign Brief. FIRST!

I get emails sometimes...

Not surprisingly, I get a bit of hate email. Sometimes, I post it when it hits some truths.
My latest crush is one Wallace P. Lipschitz. I unfortunately lost his first email, but "he" told me I'm not much of a writer (true) and that I have a half-finished novel in my desk (not true. see first statement.). Wallace is apparently connected to the ad biz because he drops names like Neil French and such in his missives.
His last correspondence, which was in response to me dedicating this post to him, got a belly laugh out of me—so I'm posting it below. It's pretty funny.
This is GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!! Except maybe that day I went to the massage parlor in Chinatown and I finally got touched down there by somebody other than Father O'Malley!!!!!! I'm floating around the BLOG-O-SHPERE!!!! WHEE!!!!!! This is WAY better than riding on SIR Richard Branson's SPACE PLANE while simultaneously getting a prostate exam from Xena the Princess Warrior, AND reading Action Comics #1, PLUS getting an A++++++++ WOULD DO BUSINESS AGAIN rating on ebay for one of my tea cozies!!!
I wish I could show my mother that I am in the BLOG-O-SHPERE, but she is getting kind of dried out and brittle, so I don't want to carry her downstairs. Last time I tried to move her, her jaw fell off!!! I don't want that to happen to any other body parts!!!! And I don't have along enough cable to carry my computer monitor up to the third floor!!!!! I guess I'll just have to show Mr. Snuggles once he comes back from prowling the neighborhood. And then I will be all like, "LOOK MR. SNUGGLES!!!!!!! I GOT A SHOUT OUT FROM MY BFF MR. COPYRANTER!!!!! I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE IF HE CAME OVER AND WE WATCHED CLASSIC EPISODES OF DR. WHO TOGETHER!!!! I WOULD LET HIM USE THE RECLINER AND FETCH HIM A FRESCA!!!!!!!! I HOPE HE WOULDN'T HATE MY LACY CURTAINS AND FLORAL SOFA COVERS!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD SERVE PRINGLES!!!!! NOBODY HATES PRINGLES!!!!!!!! NOT EVEN COPYRANTER!!!! ONCE YOU POP YOU CAN'T STOP!!!! THEY'RE LIKE CRYSTAL METH THAT WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I will tell mother about it just as soon as I am done saying the rosary tonight. She is a saint. My Dad was a Jew, that's why he's in hell right now.
WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Your BFF!!!
Wallace P. Lipschitz
(image is the first result in "BFF" Google image search)
previously in readers:
1. Someone Talked! Round 1.
2. Comment Moderation Panel.
3. Google Image Search: "commenter."
4. Pretty soon, all my posts will be reader tips.

copyranter on ANIMAL NY: Prostate Cancer Foundation.

If you ever wanted to see men wearing underwear (including a shiny golden thong) in the crooks of their arms, well here you go. (link)

Meet Prostate Surgeon Seth Lerner's RoboProber 3000.

(click image)
Actually, it's called the Da Vinci S type device (Doctors all think they're fucking artists. And God. God-Artists. Fucking Dicks.). Way to not make me even MORE fearful of prostrate exams, Dr KillPatient. Plus the robot makes you look about three feet tall. Probably the Hospital Administrator forced you to pose with the scary thing. Plus, as reader sparkler has pointed out, he works at the "Dickstein" Cancer Treatment Center.

previously:
1. She looks pretty healthy for a cancer sufferer, doesn't she?