Does your breath strip paimt? Do your armpits, crotch, bottom and feet stink? Are you poop-shy? Do you sit hunched forward on the toilet seat and squeeze with your fists balled until your face is red and you're out of breath? Are your flapping boobs needing a new kind of bra that'll comfortably lift them back up from your belly button to your chest? Are your mentstrual pads not absorbent enough? Are you crawling with scaly scabs, tortured by Tibetan-high bunions, in dire need of "manscaping", droopy from ED, missing the mark because of Peyroni's?
This all "culture of crudeness" in advertising seems to have started during the Pandemic - and things are getting gleefully cruder by the day. I'm convinced that out of the Influenza pandemic came the Roaring Twenties, where subtlety, delicacy and reserve in every facet of society went to Hell in a handbag. How much more embarrassing - leave nothing to the imagination - can these ads get? I'm a senior, and most of these ads make me cringe. I believe the "Karen Syndrome" goes right along with this all-around "poopy" phenomenon. I beseech You, Master of The Universe, make it go away!
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