Based on the supercut above, it’s clear that advertisers in the 50s and 60s had a clear-cut message they were trying to convey in regards to coffee: “Ladies, you coffee is atrocious. Like, what the hell is wrong with you? Have you no shame serving such liquid garbage to your man, your man who slaves all day to put food on the table and a roof over your head and still finds time to disgrace his himself by impaling that hairy, dripping orifice between your legs with his Godliness? Well, do you?!”
I can totally see a bunch of Don Draper types sitting at a table in a smoky conference room, drinking brown liquor and brainstorming about how to best shame women into buying coffee. I can see it so vividly.
We’ve come such a long way, haven’t we, from those “good ole” misogyny-laden days — not to mention the whole “colored” drinking fountains thing — that regressive, bloviating mongrels like Glenn Beck masturbate furiously to in the shower while singing Glenn Campbell songs?
Yes, we’ve come a long way, for now our airwaves are only filled with stuff like this: A commercial advertising a product that purports to hide the stench of lady-dooky, because what self-respecting man wants to be subjected to the olfactory nightmare of actually having to smell the sh*t of the woman he loves? We’ve come a long way, baby!
(HT: The Daily What and Best Week Ever)