One of the things that has me turning off the radio lately has been a rather stupid trend I have noticed in the advertising on one of the stations I listen to. Mostly I listen to what is now called "classic rock". I have taken to calling the local classic rock station the station for old perverted cheap farts that can't get it up any more.
Seriously. Every other add is either some used car guy screaming about low cost cars or doctors telling me that Viagra (trade mark, copyright and whatever else I need to keep from getting sued) is not the only answer to a floppy ding-a-ling. In between the adds the DJ's keep telling me to go on line and look at the "Babe of the Month". It's rather easy to see the demographic this station is after.
This manliness has been expanding over the last few months and many of the adds are now started to focus on whether or not I am a man. I guess it's good that the advertisers are trying to help me out with this question because I was starting to wonder. Well, not so much as wonder, as never really thought about it. Perhaps my manliness outweighs the need to question my manliness. Na. That can't be it. I must have someone else tell me.
Unfortunately I am failing on these tests. I don't get my hair cut at the right place, don't drink the right beer, and being happily married I'm not checking out the babe of the month. Whatever will I do?!
But as the song says - "He can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me!"
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