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Ads that I like #66


It is no surprise that people who write advertisements have a tendency to be quite liberal [ahem] with the truth. My experience in researching and writing this series on vintage ads (thousands of hours every single week alone!) tells me that of all the shysters, scammers, tricksters, con artists, deceivers, dissimulators, fablers, fabricators, fabulists, falsifiers, fibbers, phonies, charlatans, double-dealers, four-flushers, griftera, smooth operators and flim flam men that I've seen, those involved in the promulgation on the filthy habit that is cigarette smoking are the most brazen offenders.

Yet it is far worse than a decadent art rolling around in it's own filth. We know the great crimes of the ad man, that is no surprise. But to drag the good name of dentistry through the mud is a bridge too far. I am not sure which of the nineteen thousand, two hundred and ninety three dentists were willing to put their name to the outrageous claims made above, but they have shamed their profession. In much the same way as a previous advertisement made me never trust a woman again, I shall never look at a dentist in the same way from this day forth.

That is a travesty. Thank you faceless ad man, thank you very much.

Comments

Miles McClagan said…
Meh, that's nothing, in the 50s they put radiation on peoples face in the name of advertising..

http://www.tvparty.com/emcomm.html
Well, no one has ever said an ad has to be true, it's just that the public forgets that.
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, I swear by Chernobyl dirt myself. I sprinkle it on my Weet Bix.

Boise Diva, buyer beware!

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