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Showing posts with label Madison Avenue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madison Avenue. Show all posts
Friday, November 04, 2016
The Wonders of Cereal
Take it from the future CEOs and from Caitlyn Jenner. . .cereal can change your life.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
America without paint?
America w/o paint? It gets even worse when you think about art..
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Saturday, September 21, 2013
An Ivory Soap Orgy - an advertisement from about 1919
By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed.
In this advertisement, from about 1919, did Madison Avenue try to exploit the homoerotic content of their image and message, or were they really completely unaware?
In this advertisement, from about 1919, did Madison Avenue try to exploit the homoerotic content of their image and message, or were they really completely unaware?
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Thursday, June 20, 2013
The Russians know how to sell tampons (listen up Madison Avenue)
By Mona Goldwater, Social Mores Ed.
The Russians have their own take on tampon commercials. . . not fields of wildflowers, close-ups of dates nuzzling, horse riding, or dancing.
The Russians have their own take on tampon commercials. . . not fields of wildflowers, close-ups of dates nuzzling, horse riding, or dancing.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Poem: Orgy In The Pantry
Poem by Jack Brummet
Muffled voices murmur counterpoint music,
And sing-song transactions hum
Through the wood and plaster, doors and walls.
The push and pull of iambic conversation,
And the percussive boom of laughter
Skein a polyrhythmic framework
Over a symphony of voices.
A rustling sound upstairs
Wakes me. I get out of bed
And edge up the stairs.
The sounds pull into focus
And the parts begin to emerge.
I hear heavy breathing, moaning,
A rhythmic thumping, and groans and giggles.
Shuffling to the pantry,
I ease the door open,
Walking between nylons, belts, bras,
T-shirts, striped trousers, a housedress,
Skirts, vests, thongs, shoes and socks,
Camisoles, panties, and sweaters,
A toque, old school garter belt, monocle, and top hat.
Snap, Crackle and Pop are on the floor, chained
In various conjugations with the Campbell Soup Twins.
Duncan Hines is against the wall
Watching. . .getting solo kicks ,
Digging the scene at a voyeur remove
Where spectation trumps participation.
Uncle Ben and Speedy Alka Seltzer
Sip mint juleps, watching the Doublemint Twins'
Synchronous Messopotamian strip-tease.
Enveloped in a churning cloud of flour,
Betty Crocker's housedress is hiked up around her hips,
Arms on the Pilsbury Doughboy's shoulders.
The Jolly Green Giant and Mrs. Butterworth
Waltz around the pantry
And Mrs. B's feet never touch the floor.
Captain Crunch, Colonel Sanders,
Bazooka Joe and The Frito Bandido
Sit in a circle, passing a bong
And laughing at the show.
I don't know whether to
Spectate, participate, or abrogate.
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Orgy In The Pantry
Muffled voices murmur counterpoint music,
And sing-song transactions hum
Through the wood and plaster, doors and walls.
The push and pull of iambic conversation,
And the percussive boom of laughter
Skein a polyrhythmic framework
Over a symphony of voices.
A rustling sound upstairs
Wakes me. I get out of bed
And edge up the stairs.
The sounds pull into focus
And the parts begin to emerge.
I hear heavy breathing, moaning,
A rhythmic thumping, and groans and giggles.
Shuffling to the pantry,
I ease the door open,
Walking between nylons, belts, bras,
T-shirts, striped trousers, a housedress,
Skirts, vests, thongs, shoes and socks,
Camisoles, panties, and sweaters,
A toque, old school garter belt, monocle, and top hat.
I step in and nearly trip over Mr. Peanut,
Lying on his back with a Grand Coulee grin
And Sara Lee in fishnet stockings straddling him,
Rubbing peanut butter on her nether parts.
Lying on his back with a Grand Coulee grin
And Sara Lee in fishnet stockings straddling him,
Rubbing peanut butter on her nether parts.
Snap, Crackle and Pop are on the floor, chained
In various conjugations with the Campbell Soup Twins.
Aunt Jemima and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee
Are in the corner, half undressed,
Staring into each others eyes
And sharing a bottle of wine.
Are in the corner, half undressed,
Staring into each others eyes
And sharing a bottle of wine.
Duncan Hines is against the wall
Watching. . .getting solo kicks ,
Digging the scene at a voyeur remove
Where spectation trumps participation.
Uncle Ben and Speedy Alka Seltzer
Sip mint juleps, watching the Doublemint Twins'
Synchronous Messopotamian strip-tease.
Mr. Clean and Tony The Tiger are oiled up
Like Greeks, grappling on the pine floorboards.
Like Greeks, grappling on the pine floorboards.
Enveloped in a churning cloud of flour,
Betty Crocker's housedress is hiked up around her hips,
Arms on the Pilsbury Doughboy's shoulders.
The Jolly Green Giant and Mrs. Butterworth
Waltz around the pantry
And Mrs. B's feet never touch the floor.
Captain Crunch, Colonel Sanders,
Bazooka Joe and The Frito Bandido
Sit in a circle, passing a bong
And laughing at the show.
I don't know if I'm dreaming or awake,
If I should go to sleep or wake up,
Quit dreaming I'm awake
Or quit imagining I'm asleep.
If I should go to sleep or wake up,
Quit dreaming I'm awake
Or quit imagining I'm asleep.
I don't know whether to
Spectate, participate, or abrogate.
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Thursday, December 08, 2011
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