Midnight Musings

I didn't realize until now that the era of the insidious commercial has unofficially ended. Unofficially only because I have no authority to proclaim it officially over.

I've seen in passing some of those television specials about "classic" commercials (Can you say, "Scraping the bottom of the barrel?") and they are entertaining in a, what is the word I want, inane? way. That's a spicy meatball. Where's the beef? I look like a squirrel. Eat your darts. Great googeldy-moogeldy. These are things you can use in everyday conversation.

What do we have now? "The cheesy snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off" or the Oscar Mayer weiner/bologna songs are the closest to insidious that we have. Now that I'm thinking about it, I haven't heard the weiner song in a while. Gee, I haven't even missed it.

Now, the Armour hot dog song, THAT'S insidious. Totally un-PC, but insidious. That's a Trivial Pursuit answer, although the last line doesn't rhyme and no one can explain why.

Hot dogs. Armour hot dogs. What kind of kids eat Armour hot dogs?
Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks
Tough kids, sissy kids, even kids with chicken pox
love hot dogs. Armour hot dogs - the dogs kids love to bite.

Encouraging the public to gleefully sing about overweight children, the overly timid, and children who bite dogs. Now, that's insidious.

'night.