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Ads That I Like #24

Today I have chosen three advertisements that work in relation to each other. Each contains a vital message that every lady must learn prior to entering into the beautiful alliance that is a successful marriage. I can express myself no more eloquently than the first advertisement itself, so I will leave it to them:

A man marries a woman because he loves her. So instead of blaming him if married love begins to cool, she should question herself. Is she truly trying to keep her husband and herself eager, happy married lovers?

These are wise words and well worth consideration. Indeed, they ask a reasonable and fundamental question. The answer?

Complete feminine hygiene.

It is just so dreadfully sad that many marriages fail due to unnecessary ignorance around what is an essential issue.


The second ad builds upon the concerns identified in the first. The good folk at Zonite are spot on, how can Bill [below] explain all of this to his sensitive young wife? Bill is correct: there are some things a husband just can't mention to his wife!

I would suggest that Bill leave this advert tastefully on his wife's pillow before he slips out to the pub, on what was supposed to be their 'quiet evening at home'. Maybe Mildred might think about why Bill would prefer the company of drunkards than be around her, the state that she has let herself descend through a sheer lack of knowledge around issues related to her charm and health.


But, you know, the people at Zonite understand that it really needn't get to this. Modern mothers should have the confidence to speak frankly and openly to their daughters about internal cleanliness, for it could save the women (and more importantly), their husbands, a whole world of heartache and embarrassment.



Please click on each ad to enlarge

Comments

Rick Frea said…
Very interesting blog you have here. I'm very impressed you created a link on your blog to ours.

As I look over your profile you seem to have many similar interests as myself. You even have read many of the same books as I have.

I can't add you to 43 presidents because I'm not in control of that blog, but I'll add you to my personal blog.

And I'll definitely be back here to read some more of your wisdoms.
Kris McCracken said…
I can't guarantee too much in the way of wisdom!
ravaj said…
lysol? jiminy cricket!!!!! reminds me of when i was a kid and i had an ear infection and my parents were out so i decided that the best thing to fix an infection was to disinfect it, and poured a capful of disinfectant into my ear. much pain and lying in the bath with the cold tap running into my ear later, i realised my misconception. lysol? the one that we use to clean the toilet? ouch!

thanks for stopping by and leaving a note kris. i am enjoying your ads immensely.

uuuuu rrrrr's
Kris McCracken said…
That has to sting.

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