This was key part of the game few were talking about.That’s not a good look.
Why? They all have some sort of anti-male message in them to make the New York elitists on Madison Avenue feel good about their shallow lives. The very first commercial showed some overweight dufus, (aren't guys all just overweight dufuses, really?), in some dystopian world where only females compete in the Superbowl. After showing initial disproval on his face that the original teams who worked so hard to get there aren't actually taking the field, thus being replaced by some angry lesbians, he realized the "error of his ways" and starts cheering. Then the profound fade into "END INEQUALITY" in large white letters on a black screen. Ugh.Commercials are my focus.
I missed that one. I was at Olive Garden using gift cards to eat very average "Italian" food. My memory of Super Bowl commercials is that some of them were funny or interesting. I only saw a few this year and was not overwhelmed. I have railed on Madison Ave for years but Im not above smiling at something I think funny.Why? They all have some sort of anti-male message in them to make the New York elitists on Madison Avenue feel good about their shallow lives. The very first commercial showed some overweight dufus, (aren't guys all just overweight dufuses, really?), in some dystopian world where only females compete in the Superbowl. After showing initial disproval on his face that the original teams who worked so hard to get there aren't actually taking the field, thus being replaced by some angry lesbians, he realized the "error of his ways" and starts cheering. Then the profound fade into "END INEQUALITY" in large white letters on a black screen. Ugh.
I guess I missed all those messages. I never did those things either so I guess I did not need to see them.I don't know, call me troglodyte, but when I take time out of my busy life to relax and enjoy a sporting event, I'd prefer not to be bombarded by messages telling me to stop beating my wife, stop teaching my son to be an a-hole, and stop being obnoxiously dismissive to women in business meetings. I don't do any of those things, and I'd prefer to skip the lecture thank you very much.
Why? They all have some sort of anti-male message in them to make the New York elitists on Madison Avenue feel good about their shallow lives. The very first commercial showed some overweight dufus, (aren't guys all just overweight dufuses, really?), in some dystopian world where only females compete in the Superbowl. After showing initial disproval on his face that the original teams who worked so hard to get there aren't actually taking the field, thus being replaced by some angry lesbians, he realized the "error of his ways" and starts cheering. Then the profound fade into "END INEQUALITY" in large white letters on a black screen. Ugh.
I don't know, call me troglodyte, but when I take time out of my busy life to relax and enjoy a sporting event, I'd prefer not to be bombarded by messages telling me to stop beating my wife, stop teaching my son to be an a-hole, and stop being obnoxiously dismissive to women in business meetings. I don't do any of those things, and I'd prefer to skip the lecture thank you very much.