If I were a boy, I’d never, ever hit a girl.
if this chick:
smacked me around for trying to get my protein on, she’d stop being a girl, and I’d go close-fisted on her.
Seriously, this commercial sticks into the deepest part of my craw. If that was a non-vegetable eating chick (that could be ME!), and some guy walked up and doofed her in the forehead, oh snap, would there be backlash. If Grandma stopped eating her mushy peas, and a nurse conked her in the melon, telling her to drink some juice, there’d be Gray Nation outrage. And what about broccoli hating kids getting biffed upside the head? Some poor ad guy would be out of his job, maybe looking at punishment for depicting child abuse.
But hitting a big, dumb, lovable, idiotic MAN? No problemo.
I’m not drinking V8.
(And not just because it’s gross.)
(Although, I admit, it’s easier to take a moral stand against the V8 people than, say, Ben & Jerry.)