Just because I have a penis, doesn't mean I want powertools for Christmas

I get sick of all the advertising on television, pandering to stereotypes and 1950's, Stepford wife, bullshit. The same thing happens on Mother's and Father's Days. All men want for Christmas, apparently, is tools and car stuff. Women, on the other hand, will be content with pot-plants and spiritual books, according to the advertising they keep hammering in our faces.

As I mentioned in one of my earliest posts, I'm not the biggest fan of Christmas. What gets me the most about it is that all the stores and malls suddenly become tacky vomitoria of hideous, cheap, plastic, brightly coloured crap. While that annoys me, however, what I find the most insidious, is the aforementioned advertising.

I don't want to read rugby players autobiographies as if their vapid lives have any remotely interesting aspects worthy of printing in ink. I don't want jerseys with car logos on them as if affiliating yourself with either Ford or Holden somehow made you a better person (note: it doesn't, it makes you worse). I have no use for powertools or car stuff. Yet in spite of this, I'm still a man.

How about, instead of looking for "Gifts for Girls" or "Gifts for Boys," we instead just look for Gifts for People. If you're going to tailor a gift for someone, you should at least try to be a little more specific about who they are than just judging based on what they happen to keep in their pants.


Not Christmas gifts advertising, but here's a take on gender-based advertising in general:

Blogging and stuff

I want to be the awesome blogger, but being that I'm one of those people who has to say something important rather than just inane blather, and also being that it can often take effort to write seemingly important things (it takes me ages to get a post just right, I can't just brain-fart one out) I never get around to it, so my blog doesn't get updated and goes unread.

So either I'll fade into obscurity, or I'll start posting inane ramblings. Find out after the break...