Category — we believe in good advertising

compare and contrast: more aweshum Obama posters.

It’s no suprise that advertisers mystify the vag: vaginas are depicted as mysterious gaping holes of stench and blood. Cat-bags continue to be be depicted as deep, yawning pits where skunks, crustaceans, and an entire Olympic swimming pool big enough to house some type of delightful sea mammal can fit.

Every time I get boozy and start condemning the French, screaming things like “WE SAVED YOUR ASS IN WW2!! IF IT WASN’T FOR US YOU APATHY LOVING ASSHOLES WOULD BE SPEAKING GERMAN!!! USA USA!” But I take that all back now. Here come the French with a tampon ad, where they personify the vag as a friendly BEAVER. One that you should take care of, get your nails did with, play with, drink appletinis with, and treat like a BFF! I love it! The message of beaver-embracing and vag-pampering is one we hole (heh) heartedly approve. Thanks to the French for not featuring any unicorns, frolicking young virgins clad in white linen, or blood thirsty sharks. Y’all can keep the WW2 victory… For now. Fuckers.

American Psycho hits theaters for the first time in New Zeland this week. Behold their creative and precise print ad:

It’s no secret that Matty and I are card-carrying business card enthusiasts. I blame this movie for our obsession with raised black ink and crisp watermarks. We hope the Kiwis enjoy the hearty American mergers and acquisitions — lord knows we’ve put up with enough their insufferably gay Mordor crap.

Fun fact! Did you the movie was directed by a kick ass LADY who directed a David Simon written Teevee Show?

Best exchange:

Patrick Bateman: He was into that whole Yale thing.
Donald Kimball: Yale thing?
Patrick Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing.
Donald Kimball: What whole Yale thing?
Patrick Bateman: Well, he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That whole Yale thing.

If you need to find me tonight I’ll be at Dorsia.

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