OK so that headline is a near rip-off from Agency Spy but there aren't many ways to encapsulate the content of this new commercial for the Susan G. Komen breast cancer organization. In the commercial, we see shot after shot of women cupping their breasts as they pledge allegiance to their girls, hooters, tatas and gazongas.
Yes, the American Pledge of Allegiance has been re-written as a boob joke. A book joke for a good cause, of course.
Why should your feet be left out of the fun? Buy them some Bianco Footwear and give them an organs. Yes. Seriously. According to this commercial, Bianco Footwear will, indeed, give your feet an orgasm.
We have absolutely no idea what this commercial is for but...oh wait...it's for medical company Draeger AG but still. So they make medical and safety equipment but the concept of this ad escapes our simple mind. Yea, we get that a guy's having a wonderful fantasy while under some kind of drug and he wants more of the drug when a nasty nurse attempts to remove the mask from his face as he lies in a hospital bed but what exactly are they trying to sell here?
Dragaer delivers great drugs? Great drugs create great hallucinations? Nurses are nasty? Men in puffy organ-shaped costumes always get the hot girls? Inhaling gives you a LIfestyles of the Rich and Famous sort of life? We are at a loss. Please help us.
This new ad from McCann Erikson Duddeldorf for the Dusseldorf Panthers borders on gross but hey, it's advertising and we like things that are different. And this is different. We're not quite sure how it actually promotes football...uh American football...as in NOT soccer...which...is actually called football in Germany.
Confused? We were too for a minute. OK so the ball in the guys arm is clearly not round which is the point the ad tries to make. As in American football...not European football...as in NOT soccer...as in the game where grown men collide with each other on purpose in order to move a ball down the field.
Oh that's so Neanderthal compared to the ever so graceful soccer...uh football. Oops, that would be American soccer. Wait, what? Football? Soccer/ We are so confused.
OK so how do you raise money for the hungry? You spend a lot of money erecting tables and 200,000 place settings. And rather than actually feed 200,000 people, you just use the whole thing as a fund raising stunt which, in and of itself, isn't a bad thing. It just might have been a bit nicer to actually feed the hungry as well as call attention to their plight.
The stunt comes from Y&R Israel. It's for the Charity Organization and consisted of 1.3 kilometers of empty dinner table.
Where's the beef?
Sorry Sean, Dan's talking about both kinds of spirits and I'm not missing this. It began as an innocuous enough of a PR announcement:
"Actor, screenwriter, musician and now distiller Dan Aykroyd, whose credits include Saturday Night Live, The Blues Brothers, Ghostbusters and Driving Miss Daisy, will sign purchased bottles of his Crystal Head Vodka at the PA Wine & Spirits store at 1218 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. on Thursday, Sept. 10."
Until you Googled Crystal Head Vodka. How do you not love this guy after watching him talk about spirits? (8 min clip below.) Looking back, the UFO doc sure makes sense now. And the $49.99 pricetag? Genius! People always pay more for the paranormal.
Impressive if a little in-your-face. With help from SheKnows, Deep Focus and VideoEgg, NYC-based creative producer Fred Ehrhard used video banner ads, a Diggable top-10 list and Twitter hashtags to convince his girlfriend to marry him.
In the event that you want to help the stalwart Fred along, use the hashtag #sayyesD to tell Delila, the girl in question, why she should weld her life to his FOREVAH. Handy-dandy twitter search, however, has informed us that she's accepted, so now y'all can stop stressing about the additional work that's been imposed on the hive mind.
Wondering if this is the last we'll hear about Delila and Fred. Probably not. We can see the Caturday headlines now: IM IN UR SOCNETS, ARRANGING UR MARRIAGE!
We all get save-the-kids! mailers, and most of us have received the kind with the nickel or the quarter enclosed, for added effect.
But it never occurred to us how stupid this approach is until The Denver Egotist pointed it out:
If your envelope line reads "A Nickel Could Save A Child's Life!" and you not only enclose the aforementioned nickel, but spend a few more of them popping it in the post, you've just fucked yourselves and the importance of the message.
For those of us that have already passed precious shekels to a charity, it really leaves you wondering how much of that cash was recycled as nickels for the trash heap. But who knows, maybe this works, and we've been doing ourselves a great disservice by hoarding for retirement. What's that proverb? It takes money to make money?
- "The hottest ads on the planet!" Ivan of CreativeBits contemplates the Eternal Mystery: whether sex in advertising sells.
- Candystand leaps aboard Facebook Connect.
- After hurting Toronto's feelings, DraftFCB Coors billboards get pulled.
- TimeOut NY wantsta hook up. Dolla make ya holla? Yeah, baby, yeah.
- More premium Twitter account talk. Some features already in pilot-mode.
- 4Chan attacks the Facebook Christians.
- tweetzi -- another Twitter search site. Results toggling features are pretty saucy though if your eyes ever manage to adjust to thick-ass Courier.
- Prior to the premier, Mad Men season 3 leaks on iTunes just long enough for a bunch of madcap bloggers to publish stuff like this.
- Social media cool-kid Jeremiah Owyang leaves Forrester, calls his time there "a grand adventure!"
- Defending the PR merits of the Flip camera. (Via.)
- Back to '69 with the Gap, on all your social media platforms (even iPhone!), courtesy of AKQA.
- ...and after Juno, Diablo Cody gives us an exorcist man-eating queen bee. With requisite dorky hot friend.
- Grey: wedding football and the Phantom. (Via.)