On the way to work I heard a fake ad that I found offensive and I'm trying to get up with someone at the radio station to complain.
It was for a "Transformer Christmas Tree" , so during the holidays when that "One Jewish couple you know" comes over it will change into a menorah, or when the "African American coworker" (I think it was a coworker) comes over it will change into that Kwanza seven lighted.."whatever it's called." It came complete with a warning that if a group of more than one religious group could cause it to overload. It wasn't just the words but the whole tone of voice, the disdain for the "whatever it's called", etc.
It just really bothered me on so many levels -- the assumption that only white Christians are listening to this radio station, and that anyone who isn't is some kind of exotic other that is unknowable. Not just that but also that anyone who isn't Christian would come to your house and expect a Christian to put out different symbols.
The stupid thing even had a laugh track at the end.
Joe & Aimee, check your cell phones.
Joe & Aimee, check your cell phones.
That was you? Freaked me right out.
dude, the picture is OF ME
Suz, untie the tummy knots and check your email.
Aimee, all kinds of ~ma going out L's husband and family. How scary.
Donation items have been dragged out front for the Salvation Army to pick up and now I just need to get started on finishing cleaning and organizing the guestroom. Don't wanna.
dude, the picture is OF ME
Sweetheart - have you not seen our phones? They are old and not in color and don't have picture capabilities.
I mean hell, they are so antiquated our numbers are roman.
Go Nicole, go Nicole, clean the guestroom, clean the guestroom.
Pay no attention to the fact that I am still in my pajamas, heed only the chant.
That corset is very pretty, Aimee. I don't know anything about sizing.
I mean hell, they are so antiquated our numbers are roman.
HAH!
Don't SAY that!!!! Cass will picture Joe in one of those little leather skirts and it'll all just get worse.
Anyhoo, the picture is just gravy, the text is what's important.
(and, you know, put my name in there with my number and end all these surprises)
Backflung Nicole. And it is getting worse. I hate being on the verge of tears at work.
