5 Commercials That Hate You, The Customer

In another ad, when a woman touches her trance-inducing reward card, she gets warped into a sad dream:

Her hand dives eagerly into a bag of Best Western souvenirs ...

... she does a jolly spin by the Best Western van ...

... she is happier than anyone has ever been on a treadmill ...

... and then she heads to Paris, where they apparently have Best Westerns.

When she snaps out of it, she's back at the check-in desk, unaware that all she's going to get from her stay is scabies.

The ad shows us how basic cleaning supplies will transform a man from dopey pieces of shit ...

... into a CGI replica of John Locke from Lost:

Does she have nothing else to do? What's the point of your husband helping out around the house if you're only going to follow along behind him, mimicking his motions and moaning loudly at every powerful squeeze of the spray bottle?

The commercial concludes with an implied pounding, presumably while she imagines her man as Mr. Clean -- which is, ironically, the dirtiest thing we can imagine.

Similarly, here's a commercial wherein a man willing to do housework transforms from the most disgusting, unappealing shit ever to crawl across the Earth ...

... to an attractive, appealing mate who is happy to do literally everything at the same time, no matter what a clearly bad idea that appears to be:

This commercial is even more depressing than the first, because it assumes the only way to convince a man to help out is by creating a fictional device which somehow mutates him into a man worth having around the house.

And sure, he may not be quite as overtly sexy as Mr. Clean, but post-transformation, this guy is able to blow-dry his wife's hair with a vacuum cleaner, which seems like a decent intersection of housework and foreplay.

The commercial realizes that no actual men like this exist in the world, and it ends with the husband clearly shitting his pants. Because a man who does chores -- and is therefore attractive -- is as much a product of science fiction as affordable healthcare.

Maybe that's why the UK is considering straight up banning any ads that show men as being useless at stuff like chores or changing diapers or whatever. Presumably, they're tired of dealing with women masturbating to Mr. Clean commercials in the office.

Hell, he's even good with money. He's flawless.

The main character recognizes all of this, and knows he'll never be able to compete, but the narrator offers us a simple, elegant solution. If you get E-Trade, you can beat your brother-in-law in the only area that doesn't require you to put any effort into improving yourself. Your family will still prefer him to you, and your father will still love him like the son he never had, but you can make more money. The commercial begs us not to get mad at our infinitely superior brother-in-laws, but to instead subtly dominate them with vast quantities of money.

Maybe with all that extra cash, you can purchase a dope-ass speedboat. Your dad likes boats, right?

This 2014 commercial ponders why Americans work so damn hard. They ask, "Is it for stuff?" To which the ad responds, "Yes, yes it is." The commercial follows the shell-shocked dude from Band Of Brothers as he explains how America's workaholism is the driving force behind American exceptionalism, and the thing that makes Americans so much better than those lily-livered Europeans. At one point, he sneeringly informs us that, "In other countries they work, they go home, they stop by the cafe, they take August off." He pauses for dramatic effect, looks directly into the camera, and repeats, "Off." Like, can you believe those lazy, ridiculous jerks? They take an entire month off every year to spend with their friends and families? No wonder they don't have a pool like this:

He continues to rattle off several hard-working Americans that have built the world, then insists that America works so hard they were the first on the moon, but then left because we "got bored." He actually admits that even hard work that propels you to the goddamned moon will only satisfy for a little while. The commercial predictably ends with his posh ass nestled against the leather interior of his Cadillac. His final words are, "As for all the stuff: That's the upside of only taking two weeks off in August."

It's pretty sad for a commercial to openly admit that working too hard is what makes us American, and that spending time with your kids should be limited to a crisp high-five before leaving them forever.

Over time, the search bar grows larger and larger. It's like something out of a heavy-handed science fiction movie, but strangely, no one seems to mind this intrusive omen. It's especially disconcerting because as the bar grows, it obscures important and engaging life moments, like attending a banging party ...

... watching your children play in the yard ...

... and marveling over what is presumably a newborn child lying in its crib. These moments are all swallowed up by Google's search bar of death.

Additionally, if there's ever a point where you encounter something incredible that you don't immediately understand, there's no need to interact with it in this brave new world. Just whip out your trusty smartphone and Google it.

And yet somehow Google believes this commercial will convince you to buy a new phone, rather than destroy the one you already have and run away to live in the woods forever.

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