Starting from last week, there is a new advertisement in the radio; to buy slimming equipment for your mother on Mother’s day. Huh?
What a heartless and dumb advertisement!
I’d say, if you have problem with mother’s weight, remember she got it because of you!
Advertisement are getting worse and worse whether we like it or not. I saw good DJ being idiots when they advertise. It sounds like the product they carry are heavenly product, and deserve a Nobel prize, it makes that impression…to fool fools.
Two things that sell like hot cakes are slimming and beauty ads. Newspaper, Internet, TV, brochures are creating an image of ideal woman that makes almost everyone become overweight. The spokesperson? Of course slim actress! They have been popular since long ago and that slim as ever, something is missing…who ha.. they had never been fat, so what is the use of that product to them?
I understand maybe that is their marketing strategy, realistic is not an issue, but advertising slimming equipment as a gift to mothers, isn’t it a bit too much..?
I had one very skinny colleague; she is super skinny that I was afraid if I bumped into her, she would break in half. Yet, when she entered a shop promoting slimming product, they still offered it for her. She looked at them, they looked at her.
“So you really think I still need your product?”
The salesperson observed her and realized, but without missing a beat, she said, “Oh, except for slimming, our product is good for skin complexion too, and it also contains daily vitamin intake, and…”
I won’t be surprise if suddenly their product can result in bust enhancement, manhood enlargement, cleaner and brighter laundry, amazing school performance…
I feel for those who are not confident enough and happen to enter this type of shop with salespersons who are not hesitate to step on your toe and smile outside comfortable personal space to offer you something that you might not need. It’s sad, but I notice that most women never satisfied with themselves, it’s either I wish my waist was smaller, my head was bigger, my boobs were higher, my ankles were slimmer, my thighs were thicker, my hands were smoother..… from friends, family and even, myself.
I have this nice cute story I found somewhere in files I saved long time ago from the internet. Khe he he… it’s cute! Read it, if you find something familiar, give the poor guy a break, and remember to love yourselves. : )
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So I sincerely believe that women are wiser than men, with the exception of one key area, and that area is: clothing sizes. In this particular area, women are insane.
When a man shops for clothes, his primary objective-follow me closely here-is to purchase clothes that fit on his particular body. A man will try on a pair of pants, and if those pants are too small, he'll try on a larger pair, and when he finds a pair that fits, he buys them. Most men do not spend a lot of time fretting about the size of their pants. Many men wear jeans with the size printed right on the back label, so that if you're standing behind a man in a supermarket line, you can read his waist and inseam size. A man could have, say, a 52-inch waist and a 30-inch inseam, and his label will proudly display this information, which is basically the same thing as having a sign that says: "Howdy! My butt is the size of a Federal Express truck!"
The situation is very different with women. When a woman shops for clothes, her primary objective is NOT to find clothes that fit her particular body. She would like for that to be the case, but her primary objective is to purchase clothes that are the size she wore when she was 19 years old. This will be some arbitrary number such as "8" or "10." Don't ask me "8" or "10" of what; that question has baffled scientists for centuries. All I know is that if a woman was a size 8 at age 19, she wants to be a size 8 now, and if a size 8 outfit does not fit her, she will not move on to a larger size: She can't! Her size is 8, dammit! So she will keep trying on size 8 items, and unless they start fitting her, she will become extremely unhappy. She may take this unhappiness out on her husband, who is waiting patiently in the mall, perhaps browsing in the Sharper Image store, trying to think of how he could justify purchasing a pair of night-vision binoculars.
"Hi!" he'll say, when his wife finds him. "You know how sometimes the electricity goes out at night and . . ."
"Am I fat?" she'll ask, cutting him off.
This is a very bad situation for the man, because if he answers "yes," she'll be angry because he's saying that she's fat, and if he answers "no," she'll be angry because HE'S OBVIOUSLY LYING BECAUSE NONE OF THE SIZE 8's FIT HER. There is no escape for the husband. I think a lot of unexplained disappearances occur because guys in malls see their wives unsuccessfully trying on outfits, and they realize their lives will be easier if, before their wives come out and demand to know whether they're fat, the guys just run off and join a UFO cult.
The other day my wife, Michelle, was in a terrific mood, and you know why? Because she had successfully put on a size 6 outfit. She said this made her feel wonderful. She said, and this is a direct quote: "I wouldn't care if these pants were this big (here she held her arms far apart) as long as they have a '6' on them."
Here's how you could get rich: Start a women's clothing store called "SIZE 2," in which all garments, including those that were originally intended to be restaurant awnings, had labels with the words "SIZE 2." I bet you'd sell clothes like crazy. You'd probably get rich, and you could retire, maybe take up some philanthropic activity to benefit humanity. I'm thinking here of professional lawn mower racing.
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For Indonesia Mother’s Day falls on 22nd of December.
For Singapore it falls on Sunday of the second week of May.
For my friend who was bulimic I'm glad you shared and have backed to your happy self. :)
