Even Kias, the ultimate “family” car.
Am I the only one who’s tired of women’s bodies being used to sell EVERYTHING? I guess it’s supposed to be acceptable because he’s “only” dreaming, and he “rescues” his wife from the handsome interloper on the white horse at the end.
But still, what does this
have to do with owning a midsize sedan?
I know, I know, it’s advertising, the whole point of which is to convince us that if we buy this thing or use this shampoo we will be sexy and desirable;
(just look at the adoration with which she is gazing at him as he drives away in his stodgy-white-middle-aged-man car)
but I’M SO TIRED of women’s bodies being the primary selling point.
Besides, the premise is ridiculous. You’re a pasty-faced, middle-aged, middle class worker bee. She’s just not that into you.
I guess I could be comforted by the fact that the rest of this man-fantasy involves a giant sub sandwich and Motley Crue signaling their approval as he drives through their performance arena (likethatwouldeverhappen); and then some cowboy riding a rhino. . .a little bizarre, but logical in some kind of a surreal way.
I know, I should stop being such a feminist fuddy-duddy. Or maybe I should just stop watching television.