First Moon Party Ad from HelloFlo
Last summer HelloFlo brought us the Camp Gyno. Now this gem. Will all my daughters have a First Moon party? Hell yes. bwahahaha
Category Archives: Advertising
Behold the Glory of “The Camp Gyno” Ad.
I feel that no analysis is necessary to explain how badass this is. “It’s like Santa. For your Vagina!” Thanks, HelloFlo.com not only for the awesome video about girls and menarche, but also for a tricked-out way to welcome girls to womanhood.
Response to Bright Young Things Backlash
I’ve been waiting for this since Monday, actually. Jezebel has weighed in on the Bright Young Things backlash: “The Right Wing Disinformation Campaign Against Victoria’s Secret” All week, I’ve also grown increasingly antsy about how the discussion of the story got more and more hyperbolic and the age of the girls discussed dropped from teens … Continue reading
Victoria’s Secret: Bright Young Things and Age Compression
Please see my response to the backlash against the backlash here: Click! [Quick update/clarification: Victoria’s Secret is pointing out that the Bright Young Things line is not explicitly for teens, it’s just part of their PINK brand. Nonetheless, their CFO has stated that they are marketing toward 15 and 16 year old girls (see below) … Continue reading
Bare Escentuals Force of (Real?) Beauty
Recently I had one of those “what the what am I doing to myself?” moments in my “beauty” regimen. It starts with the sad fact that I hate my skin. It is a problem well-known enough that my little sister picks on me about it. There is nothing quite as embarrassing as being bullied by … Continue reading
DirecTV Ad: Aggression = Undesirables
I’m home this weekend, which means that I got to watch Thursday night shows on my parents’ big screen instead of on Hulu the next day. (On that note, reruns already, ABC? Come on.) Watching real TV means more commercials, like this one: At first I thought, okay, good. We don’t need to be teaching … Continue reading
I Feel Pretty/Unpretty (and thoughts on my little sister’s eyebrows)
I can remember vividly the first time I was told I was beautiful*. I was about eleven years-old and at the ballpark for one of my brother’s games and a mom of another kid on the team stopped me midway between the concession stand and the stands. She told me that I was growing so … Continue reading
Ph.D.s and Pigtails 