What're You Lookin' At?
I'm peeved and dyspeptic. Just move along, move along. Any trouble from you today and I'll go Vincent and Jules on your monkey ass. Seriously. Come back in a couple of days. This mood is bound to pass. The weather is not helping one single little bit.

So Sick
That would be me. I'm not ill - just so sick of a radio ad that I could spit. The ad is for, as I recall, free credit reports and it is set up as a "how to pick up chicks" ad. The moron tells how he used the other moron's "program" to get better credit so he could buy a car and a boat and now "chicks dig me." Women - are you not insulted by this? The ad basically says that women are only interested in the trappings of material wealth. That is, women's affection can be purchased. So these people have in essence just called women whores.
It's not like men should think they're any better. According to the ad, men are so awful that they can't attract women without using a falsified aura of prosperity.
This ad just turns my stomach. It's one of those that just gets worse and worse with every hearing. I could put a bullet through the radio were I not so fond of the Bose Wave system. See ladies, a Bose Wave radio, trappings of wealth. Don't you want me now? Bleagh!

Egregious
I've stolen this image from the website (which will go unmentioned here) instead of scanning in the full page ad that ran in the AAA magazine. I am horrified. This grotesque blob of kitsch is to "(h)elp make great strides in increasing breast cancer awareness...." Oh my aching Lord. If women with breast cancer were not suffering enough, now they are plagued by this warty excrescence on the face of good taste. And, of course, a "portion of the proceeds from the sale ... will be donated to help fight breast cancer." It's not specified what portion that is of course. One is left to wonder if this is like the episode of the Simpsons where Lisa is told something is being produced with "a percentage" of recycled content. When asked, the spokeswoman says, "Zero is a percent!"
I'm not saying the people who put this out are giving nothing to the fight against breast cancer but anyone concerned about the fight (or good taste) will be better served to just give the $20 cost directly to the American Cancer Society, or any number of other good anti-cancer organizations. Finally, the "sculptural shoe" is "removable." Why, oh why would anyone ever want to remove this hideous thing? The evil part of me wants the designer of this to actually get brea... No, I can't say that. I can come close to hoping for it. But I can't actually wish that on anyone.