DORIS and ETHEL

It’s a mystery to me that some people manage to keep their jobs, let alone their dinner down, when at 7:00 the family is all gathered around the television watching Jeopardy or the like, and you are bombarded with the fourth ad for a vaginal itch treatment. Or they zoom in on the puss filled cold sore that will be ‘virtually’ invisible after a zillion treatments with this nasal spray. Rewind a little, I’d like to return to “that itch you can’t scratch,” first of all- why can’t I scratch it? Secondly, how do YOU know? Most importantly- why are you telling me this at dinner time, I apparently trusted you with very private information and you betray that trust by telling millions of families- how could you?!

I’ve just been severely embarrassed by my lack of Jeopardy skills, and then I watched extremely attractive people tell me that I can cure my allergies with only a few ‘side-effects’ (another blog for another day) and then you have the nerve to tell me I can’t scratch my itch.

So M(iss)r(s). Advertiser, leave your lectures for after prime time… I need the pick me up of some supporting actress’ drama to build up my ego first. Or, at the very least, could you only run it once.

Peace

Doris