We Really Are All the Same
I was watching a bit of television yesterday and talking to my roommate when Carmen Electra came on screen in an art gallery and started talking about her photography. The CEO of Ritz comes in and Carmen began to extol the virtues of Ritz Camera, who helped get her those "big enlargements" for her prints. As David Ritz brushed off her gushing, he said, "That's ok, Carmen, we get enlargements to anybody quickly!" Then the announcer said the words "big enlargements" several times to drive the point home (thanks guys, we get it).
All of this is crass, but not entirely surprising. What IS surprising though, is the sight of David Ritz looking at boobs. That's right, in the midst of aw-shucks-ing his way through an ad, he glances down at Carmen Electra's breasts. How does that escape the editing wizards at the ad company? In a way it's hilarious, of course. I mean it goes to show that we men are all the same (just like your mom told you) no matter if you're some yobbo watching television or the owner of a rather mediocre chain of photography specialty shops.