Friday 19 April 2013

Seven of the Most Sexist Ads Ever



Once upon a time women did what they were told and didn’t answer back. Sadly those days are behind us now and the female of the species no longer knows her place. 

All joking aside, if you want proof of just how much social attitudes towards women have changed in the last half a century then you could do a lot worse than looking at the advertisements of yesteryear where sexist slogans and friendly advice for women to “keep their weight down” were commonplace.

In honour of the gentlemen who should have known better, here is a top seven of some of the most sexist ads ever. 

When Smoke gets in Your Eyes


We begin our list with a double whammy. The above advert would be banned on two counts by modern standards. One it endorses smoking and two, it doesn’t work. If you try blowing smoke in a lady’s face I guarantee you won’t get the above reaction. Trying to look like James Bond and calmly exhaling nicotine into a lady’s faces doesn’t turn her into a playful little kitty cat who will follow you anywhere. It’ll probably turn her into a snarling pit bull who’ll break a bottle of Barcardi Breezer over your head quicker than you can say “It said it would work on the box!” What were those crazy ad guys thinking! And more to the point, what the hell were they smoking? 

The Housework Diet


There’s nothing like coming home from a hard day’s shift at the pub or down the bookies and finding there’s dirty dishes in the sink and the carpet needs a damn good hovering. But wait! Instead of doing the unforgivable and attempting to do the housework yourself, why not try to gently persuade the lady in your life that housework is like a session at the gym and she could kill two birds with one stone. It’s all about semantics you see. The above ad is blatantly sexist because it suggests that all women left to their own devices will end up fat and lazy, and they need the discipline of endorsed and rigorous housework to keep them in shape and pleasing to a man’s wandering eye. Now while there’s an element of truth in this, there’s more than one way to skin a chicken and these ad guys should have really known better. Tut! Tut!

Putting the Boot in 


The above ad appears to be little more than the warped product of a very twisted mind and positively reeks of male dominance, foot fetishism and above all a criminally vulgar taste in shoes. To try and sell a man a shoe by suggesting it will keep the woman in his life in her place and “where she belongs” is in very poor taste indeed. When a man has to resort to placing a strange looking piece of footwear on the floor in front of a naked female to assert his authority then we’re on very dangerous ground indeed. And that’s before you factor into the equation that the obviously emotionally and mentally disturbed woman in the ad is not the sort of stray any self-respecting gentlemen would wish to attract in the first instance. Personally I think the ad men pushed the envelope a little too far on this one. 

Happy Christmas Darling 


In the consumer age, exactly what to get the lady in their life for Xmas is an eternal dilemma for the discerning gentleman. You’re pretty much damned if you do and damned if you don’t. In the old days things were a lot more simple for a man who had other things on his mind than presents for the missus. As the above ad shows, once you could just buy them a hoover and not only would they absolutely adore you for it but they’d lie on the floor and gaze lovingly at the cleaning device for hours on end and occasionally touching it because they couldn’t believe how lucky they were. Which was great at Xmas because it entailed you could watch The Great Escape and drink your lager in peace. Oh how these ad men’s artistic works encapsulated the uncomplicated way we gentlemen once lived. 

Mum’s on the Warpath


Once upon a time women were not only really useful at domestic chores they were also figures of fun for the males in the household to wind up and tease endlessly with all sorts of tomfoolery and japery. In this ad we see some good old fashioned father and son bonding at the expense of the overly-emotional and no doubt over-worked mother. Just look at the dad and his boy, what fun they are having in winding up mum. They can barely conceal the joy on their mischievous little faces. Yet the ad also strikes a serious note in that it warns the mother not to take things too seriously and ruin the evening. As it states ,”Housework on hot days is bound to leave you tired and cross.” So it’s advising mum to have a long soak with some New Ivory Soap and chill the Hell out. I feel the ad men hit a righteous tone with this one

Cleanliness is next to Godliness


In bygone days men appreciated just how important it was for a woman to have the correct tools if she was to run the house properly. The above ad highlights that some men failed woefully in this task. As the good lady said to her other half, “If you ever broke 14 fingernails cleaning an oven, you’d know why I want this new self-cleaning one.” In a perfect world a woman should never have to ask for a household appliance, it should be her birthright. The ad men were certainly answering the call of duty in a big way here.

Putting the sex into Sexism


Finally we come to an advertisement which appears to capture the ad men in a particularly playful mood. No doubt such an image today would lead to accusations of soft porn, and the objectification of the female body, but perhaps the ad’s creators were driven by a more elevated aesthetic quality when it came to producing such an enigmatic masterpiece. Showing a picture of a well endowed woman in a bikini carrying a bottle of booze with her head cut off, alongside the caption, “The first thing I noticed was her big mouth.” would suggest all manner of crazy things, but it’s probably best for us not to dwell on them. I’m sure those mad and bad ad men didn’t!

Friday 12 April 2013

Seven classics from the bitch slap rap of Noel Gallagher




The maniacal midget Simon Cowell has reportedly offered Noel Gallagher two million quid to be a judge on the X Factor. 

Now while some cruel critics will argue that the Mancunian megalomanic is certainly musically talentless enough to fit right in with fat Gary Barlow and the rest of the sorry shower of pompous half-wits, when it comes to one-liners and bitchy put downs you can’t argue that Noel is something of a past master.
It’s probably why the demonic Cowell wants him in on board in the first place, that and to prove to the music world that there ain’t no-one who won’t sell their soul to simple Simon if the price is right - Britpop icon or not. 

As the entire world awaits with a stifled yawn to see if Noel will sell out and take the money, here’s seven of the man’s best put downs of fellow performers. 

Noel on Franz Ferdinand: “They’re like Right Said Fred on the Atkins diet.”

Noel on Keane: "Traditionally speaking, the three biggest twats in any band are the singer, the keyboardist and the drummer."

Noel on Radiohead: "Have I ever had a moment where I fucking sat down and thought, 'Do you know what this calls for? This calls for Paranoid Android! Get it on!' No."

Noel on Jack White: “Jack White has just done a song for Coca-Cola. End of. He ceases to be in the club. And he looks like Zorro on doughnuts. He's supposed to be the poster boy for the alternative way of thinking… I'm not having that, that's fucking wrong. Particularly Coca-Cola, it's like doing a fucking gig for McDonald's.”

Noel on Kylie: “Kylie Minogue is a demonic little idiot as far as I'm concerned.”

Noel on Liam Gallagher:liam only has two problems. Everything he fucking says and everything he fucking does.”


Noel on Phil Collins: “Just because you sell lots of records it doesn`t mean to say you`re any good. Look at Phil Collins.”

Noel on an X-Factor Contestant: “Watch this space.....................”




Thursday 4 April 2013

Seven Songs with the Number Seven in Them



There’s an awful lot of songs in the world, but here’s seven of them with the number seven in their title. And why? Well, just because. And no, you won’t find ‘Seven Wonders’ by Fleetwood Mac on the list. So crawl back under the rock from whence you came Mr easy listener. 



Sorry lads! The job's already taken.
When Dexys Midnight Runners went ‘Searching for the Young Soul Rebels’ way back in 1978, they recorded a song by soul sensation Chuck Wood called ‘Seven Days Is Too Long’. What seven days is too long for is anybody’s guess, but it’s doubtful if it’s the time inbetween cups of tea. 







Which one is Echo?
If you can name me the ‘Seven Seas’ I’ll give you seven pence. It’s doubtful if any of the mournful members of Echo and the Bunnymen could name more than five oceans at a push, but it didn’t stop the Scouse scallys from singing a dirge about seven stretches of salty water. With lyrics such as, “Hear the cavemen singing, good news they’re bringing,” it’s not the Bunnymen’s finest hour, but it’s a good tune to swim too if you’re that way inclined. 




Who came first - Hendrix or Lee?
‘Seven and Seven’ is of course 14, but the song by the band  Love is an atom bomb explosion from the plastic fantastic heart of the hippy era. With lyrics by the ever venomous Arthur Lee such as, “In my lonely room I’d sit, my mind in an ice cream cone,” and the sweetly sentimental, “If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes. My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized,” the song is a rare treat from start to finish. As the man himself said, “Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!”







That's the way Eddie my son!
When Iron Maiden were at the peak of their powers in the heady hair metal days of the 1980s, they released that much feared and often dreaded rock artifact - the concept album. ‘Seventh Son of a Seventh Son’ was the mighty Maiden’s seventh album. In ancient folklore the seventh son of the seventh son was though to have special powers and vulnerable to the influence of Satan. Such raw subject material was tailor made for Bruce DIckinson and the boys to go to town on, and they did, with extra cheese on top. The title song off the album is not one of their best but it still rocks in its own peculiar way. 





There's a rude boy riot going on!
Desmond Dekker’s rocksteady classic is so relaxed and happy it makes the setting of a big fat lazy summer’s sun seem amphetamine fuelled. It’s he national anthem of have a go rude boys and beer bellied Ben Sherman clad bad dancers everywhere. As Desmond rightly croons in his dual ode to James Bond and Jamaica, “Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail A Shanty Town.” Indeedy they do do don’t they  Des!




It's symbolic doncha know!
Once upon a time there was a multi-millionaire  pop star called Prince who changed his name to a symbol in a protest against corporate slavery. The petulant yet talented midget soon got bored of being a symbol and became Prince again, but not before he had released a badly though out album, which we now refer to as the Love Symbol album. On that album was a track called ‘Seven’ and it’s probably the best song on the record, but that’s not really saying much. 




Here comes Freddy!
In the Queen musical We Will Rock You, the Seven Seas of Rhye is a place where the Bohemians are taken after they are brainstormed by Khashoggi. Having never been unlucky enough to sit through Ben Elton’s masterpiece I don’t actually know what that means. I just lifted it from Wikipedia you see, but I do know that even by Queen’s notoriously low standards the song Seven Seas of Rhye is quite a good one. When a camp man with a terrible moustache and hypnotically spasmodic movements yells, “Fear me you lords and lady preachers, I descend upon your earth from the skies, I command your very souls you unbelievers, Bring before me what is mine, The seven seas of Rhye,” you better believe it brothers and sisters, and then run as far away from him as humanly possible.