YAZzle Dazzle
I'll tell you the No 1 thing I hate right now is that stupid YAZ commercial. I would never ask my OB/GYN for this product because the commercial bugs the hell outta me. And who's genius idea was it to name a birth control pill after an 80's band? Mike and I dive for the remote when this comes on.
It starts out with these three harpies chillin' at a pretty swank looking outdoor nightclub. There's nothing sexy about these women, so the illusion that they are cool and hip is immediately squashed. They aren't even holding drinks. Total squares. You will never see me at a club without an ultra cool drink in my hand.
Now, that's not fair, I don't know these women. Maybe they ARE sexy, but as soon as they open their mouths...it's over. The cherub faced blonde with too much lip gloss who doesn't look a day out of high school starts talking about 'So, have you heard about this Yaz?'
Who the hell starts talking about birth control at a club? Are your friends that boring that you have to break this little gem of an ice breaker out? You are more interested in talking to your friends about birth control than trying to scour the club for a hot guy? What? Is it slim pickins at the bar and you have to goad your friend into yapping about talking to your doctor if you have adrenal gland problems before you take YAZ? (Which if you watch the commercial, you don't really see her regurgitate the information, just the back of her head bobbing like she's rattling off this information.)
The days of the fast disclaimer at the end of the commercial are over (you know, "may cause heart attack, anal leakage and erectile dysfunction") . You now have to hear it from some chick who 'didn't go to medical school for nothing'. Ok, we get it...you're a doctor. So does that mean you are picking up the tab, Money Bags? Then she keeps GOING...'seriously, talk to your doctor.' As the friends look knowingly at each other and nod.
You KNOW that other chick is staring at the blonde going, "You started this, b!tch".
"Wow, you really know your stuff"
"Well, the guy holding the cue cards is REALLY helpful..."
It starts out with these three harpies chillin' at a pretty swank looking outdoor nightclub. There's nothing sexy about these women, so the illusion that they are cool and hip is immediately squashed. They aren't even holding drinks. Total squares. You will never see me at a club without an ultra cool drink in my hand.
Now, that's not fair, I don't know these women. Maybe they ARE sexy, but as soon as they open their mouths...it's over. The cherub faced blonde with too much lip gloss who doesn't look a day out of high school starts talking about 'So, have you heard about this Yaz?'
Who the hell starts talking about birth control at a club? Are your friends that boring that you have to break this little gem of an ice breaker out? You are more interested in talking to your friends about birth control than trying to scour the club for a hot guy? What? Is it slim pickins at the bar and you have to goad your friend into yapping about talking to your doctor if you have adrenal gland problems before you take YAZ? (Which if you watch the commercial, you don't really see her regurgitate the information, just the back of her head bobbing like she's rattling off this information.)
The days of the fast disclaimer at the end of the commercial are over (you know, "may cause heart attack, anal leakage and erectile dysfunction") . You now have to hear it from some chick who 'didn't go to medical school for nothing'. Ok, we get it...you're a doctor. So does that mean you are picking up the tab, Money Bags? Then she keeps GOING...'seriously, talk to your doctor.' As the friends look knowingly at each other and nod.
You KNOW that other chick is staring at the blonde going, "You started this, b!tch".
"Wow, you really know your stuff"
"Well, the guy holding the cue cards is REALLY helpful..."
posted by Spicy Vixen @ 9:34 AM
1 Comments:
At 10:44 AM,
lfc said…
love it. that commercial bugs me too. and i totally hate the part when she's announcing the side effects. good post.
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