Ad witticism via NYC Museum of Sex.



(click image) From a series of anti-prejudice shirts (see the other three less interesting designs here) being sold around Colorado University this summer to benefit the CU Independent, the university's online student paper. Copy would be very hard to read if she had some big fake melony double-Ds. By TDA Advertising in Boulder.


(click ad) Eat my Dust Bunnies? Yes, because Moms these days wile away their days watching soap operas and cleaning fucking dust bunnies. According to AdPulp, A second ad in this "Moms on Bikes" campaign features the endearing headline: "Rebel Without a Minivan." The tagline on the campaign should be: Huffy: "About all a Mom can handle between her legs." What sexist shit. Ad agency: Brunner. For more recent egregious examples of ad sexism, go here and here.







(click ad, from 1947, via) Look at pops, happily tying on the apron and doing wimminz work. Helen's sick in bed, you see. So the mister is using the Easy Spindrier—the one he bought with his man money—for the first (and last) time. He's fucking shitfaced, obvs. Heck, later, he might even let Helen strap on a dildo and peg his ass.

(click ad, from a 1959 issue of Life, via) Oh those Mad Men. Add this manly gem to copyranter's classic Retro Sexism-off. Via the Cigar Institute of America. "There's a man-size feeling of power in smoking a cigar." Also in bashing a blonde bitch's fucking brains in. Man-Size, sang my fake girlfriend PJ Harvey.
