2005-03-24 16:45
What's Shiny Today: Please Explain This To Me Edition
Ever have one of those days when everything you see and hear makes you want to beat your head against a table?
- Whoever thought that an '80s
revival in
fashion
would be
a good
idea?
My feet feel clammy just looking at
these.
(That first link says that "there will be no more inventory for this product once it is sold out" and, really, thank God for that.)
- OK, I get that when you have a baby you need to acquire phenomenal
amounts of gear. I also get that babies go through diapers like
there's no tomorrow and that it's a very good idea to lay in a large
supply. However, neither of these things fully explains
this.
Why would you want to associate the yummy, tasty idea of cake with, well, poo? Why not make little cribs or teddy bears out of diapers instead -- or hey, just leave them in the plastic bag as God and Target intended? Is this one of those weird red state things, like when I lived in Texas and was in a 90%-female workplace, where everyone kept asking me what craft I did -- not if I crafted, but what -- and the only acceptable answers came in kit form from Michael's? Or do pregnancy hormones do such a number on your head that a diaper cake (and read that phrase again, please -- DIAPER. CAKE.) becomes a good idea and/or cute?
I DON'T GET IT. THIS MAKES MY HEAD HURT.
- So a manufacturer of feminine hygiene products -- let's call them
Shametex -- is running banner ads on one of the websites I like to read.
They want me to know that, because women are Sharing and Caring but don't
want to share everything with each other, "only Shametex makes
less crinkly, crackly quiet pad wrappers" and further suggest, "Keep your
secret quiet. CLICK HERE."
Because whatever will I do if the woman in the next stall over, who might even recognize me by my shoes or something, figures out that I actually menstruate, which is a completely horrible and shameful thing for a thirty-*cough* woman to do. MY SECRET IS OUT! Just slap me in the stocks and call me Hester, because I can't ever show my face at the mall again.
(They'd also like you to know that women can play many roles: "girlfriend, tomboy, vixen, maverick, geniuses[sic]" and that Shametex, of course, has products to help you out with all of those roles. Wow, you mean I could be a teacher or a secretary? Thanks, Shametex!)