A blast from the past, courtesy of The Thing That Walks Like a Man:
He asked if I'd shown it to She Who Shall Not Be Named Yet. Considering my daughter is still a bit leery of the talking tornado on Elmo's World, I think I'll hold off on exposing her to the Boschian imagery of Satanic cleaning solutions and Smog Monster style F/X.
I used to put my stickers on Mom's tupperware containers in the fridge. Hilarity generally did not ensue.
you know, an ad like this would never make it to the airwaves today, especially considering we're living in a culture that thinks that marking a child's paper with red ink is too traumatic for their delicate psyches.
Actually, given the terrors (night and otherwise) this commercial elicited in my 6 year old head, I might be one to agree that it perhaps was too scary for kids and shouldn't be put on the air today.
Hate to coddle the little ankle-biters, but in this case it might be justified.
When I was a little kid, this commercial used to scare the shit out of me - to the point where I'd go scrambling from the room in a panic whenever Mr. Yuck came on the TV. Whatever messages or wisdom that were included in the commercial were lost on me, because I never stuck around long enough to actually see them. In fact, just now might have been the very first time I saw the whole commercial, beginning to end.
Thank you for helping me revisit some of my most intense illogical childhood terrors. I need to go change underwear now.