So in reaction to that stupid move Boing Boing pulled deleting content published on the site by Violet Blue, Playboy thought they'd cash in on the media frenzy by hosting a hottest blogger contest including, of course, Violet Blue herself and Boing Boing's Xeni Jardin among others.
Ariel Waldman, who, herself, was nominated a list of the Top 20 Bloggers We Want To See In Bikinis, points us to the contest in which Sometimes Daily hottie Amanda Congdon battles it out with Tekzilla cutie Veronica Belmont, dirty joke lover Julie Alexandria, video blogging cutie Brigitte Dale, Pop17 babe Sarah Austin, CNET Loaded's beauty Natali Del Conte and...Holy Mad Men boobs!...Business Week's Sarah Lacy of the famed SXSW interview debacle with Facebook's Mark Zuckerberg.
Yes, people, In our world, this is what matters. The hotness quotient. The hotter you are, the more likely you are to succeed in life. OK, so maybe that;s not entirely true but what fun would a list of the top ten bloggers ranked by the number of hard-to-spell, SAT-like words be?
Right-slap on the back of the current issue of UC Berkeley's California magazine is an ad for an officially licensed Cal Berkeley Gillette Fusion Power Razor. (That's the one with five blades for your most comfortable shave.)
Feeling nostalgic? Pick the right alma mater Gillette for you!
Damn. They're just giving those licenses away.
In addition to an out-of-control Yaya DaCosta (the smart one from America's Next Top Model), this Dr. Scholl's spot sports dancing insoles and a shadow that never found its Peter Pan.
How far we've come from Papa's trusty, slightly soggy shoe inserts.
Tip o' the noggin to MultiCultClassics.
Awhile ago, The Economist published an article about digital nomads, a growing class of workers that aren't anchored to an office. (Typically they're anchored to wi-fi, possibly the cruelest micro-manager of all.) People like this now constitute 30 percent of the US workforce.
I don't think most people think all-online professions are very realistic ("Clearly she's a trustafarian!"), so articles like The Economist's are a big step toward legitimizing them to pinstriped peers and bummed-out parents.
With but two words, this commercial for Heineken which involves the beverage saving a man from committing suicide wastes no time illustrating the power a good beer has in times of need. It's like copy-based white space. Why say more than you have to? And this commercial doesn't.
And for all you suicide prevention cause group types ... IT'S JUST A COMMERCIAL!
Under Pressure, little more than transparent hype for Dove's self esteem fund ("You support our efforts every time you buy Dove!"), is probably the weakest of its Ogilvy-manufactured Real Women series. The parts that aren't naked promotion look cobbled together from scraps of Onslaught.
The spot follows up from Amy, the lonesome story about a lovestruck boy who doesn't understand why his girlfriend hates herself so much; and Hair, one woman's pursuit of gorgeosity via shoe polish and peroxide. It kinda brings Requiem for a Dream to mind, except it's missing "ass to ass!"
You will smirk until the last Peanuty-tense moment.
In the classic style of the make-believe doctor-style ad, former make-believe doctor Doogie Howser a.k.a. Neil Patrick Harris vamps soap opera-style for Old Spice Pro Strength Anti-Perspirant. In the commercial, he plays up the fact he used to be a fake doctor and that, combined with the fact one does not need a prescription for Old Spice, makes it prfectly OK for him to recommend it.
It's one of the better spoof-style commercial that's come along. Created by Wieden + Kennedy, the commercial is accompanied by print.
State Farm erected some Chinese Theatre-style installations above a busy local car wash on Sunset Blvd. The vibe is very Mao meets car salesman. Overhead, banners read, "Experience peace of drive."
Hrrm. Going Zen behind the wheel is cool while your car's getting sudsy, but it's a fine line between clearing your mind and falling asleep while in transit. Though if a meditative trance does guide you to someone else's bumper, I have no doubt State Farm will appear at your side, genie-style, with a smile and a very big abacus.
More photos here and here.
In an effort to squeeze as much out of Pink as it possibly can, Victoria's Secret launched a back-to-school campaign for co-eds, as well as the "exclusive!" Pink Collegiate Collection -- which boasts licensing partnerships with 33 schools.
Don't just rock your college sweater. Rock it with hearts and polka-dots.
The Collegiate Collection will be promoted with a green movement ("Recycle Your Sweats!"), an event called Pinkapalooza, and migrating brand ambassadors paid to push Pink at football games. Bleacher blowjobs optional. Just kidding.
Advertising Age calls this the label's "most comprehensive [launch] yet."