Rant and Response: Sorry, Richard, There's No Such Thing as a Happy Period

Saw this elsewhere a day or so ago. Brilliant video. With two great beats at the end.

Posted by bfwebster at October 17, 2012 1:50 PM

Those were the days: the depressing Billy Holiday records, the inexorable logic leading to tears step by descending step. The days when my girl friend's graduate adviser marked certain days of the month with a little red x on his calendar. Ah, to be young again.

Posted by chuck at October 17, 2012 2:11 PM


Clever video. Nice lady. Pretty lady. Musical fart lady.

I remember when women sucked it up. But that was before the commercialization of menstruation. It's easier to sell your products when you can constantly remind your customer what a victim they are. Those commercials are also an excellent opportunity to cast the man as the heartless moron. It's a twofer. Also, I don't believe for a second that the kid wasn't in on the entire production.

Posted by I-RIGHT-I at October 17, 2012 3:32 PM


Clever video. Nice lady. Pretty lady. Musical fart lady.

I remember when women sucked it up. But that was before the commercialization of menstruation. It's easier to sell your products when you can constantly remind your customer what a victim they are. Those commercials are also an excellent opportunity to cast the man as the heartless moron. It's a twofer. Also, I don't believe for a second that the kid wasn't in on the entire production.

Posted by I-RIGHT-I at October 17, 2012 3:32 PM

“My theory is that all women have hydrofluoric acid bottled up inside,” he wrote.

"Kurt Vonnegut, Writer of Classics of the American Counterculture, Dies at 84" by Dinitia Smith in the NYTimes on April 11, 2007

Posted by Fat Man at October 17, 2012 3:55 PM

There is a tenth ring of Hell, but I'm still not sure if it's being a male resident in an officers' quarters full of nurses, or a repeat male customer at Kids-R-Us.

Posted by Pappy at October 17, 2012 6:24 PM

I saw a funny ad about ten years ago, where a little boy was breaking into his piggy bank so he could go buy O.B. tampons.
"O.B? What's that?" says his little brother.
"Well, O.B. lets mommy go skiing and biking and horseback riding! I want to do that, too, so I'm getting O.B!"
Cut away to a shot of mom in the hall laughing on the floor, having dropped her load...
of laundry.
Sexists.
This one is much better.

Posted by Jewel at October 17, 2012 6:25 PM

I, for one, would be okay with this particular subject going back in the closet. Product improvements are wonderful. Must everything become snarky, advertising fodder?

Posted by Kerry at October 18, 2012 11:14 AM