Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I Don't Bring it Home; I Don't Fry it Up

While discussing the division of labor between spouses in our various households last weekend, my girlfriends and I ended up with one overwhelming question after a rather gushing review of my husband’s many virtues: Just what the hell do you do, Lynne? Since I don't work outside the home (or much in it if you want to get technical) and I had just revealed Stephen's rather unacceptable practice of actually cooking on a nightly basis – unacceptable because no one woman should be the beneficiary of so much good fortune – all I could think of was the third skill listed in old Enjoli commercial.


Sniff. Yup. That’s right. Everyone needs to be good at something.

Okay – so I’m good at remembering old commercials. I’m not exactly sure how Stephen benefits from this, but so far, it's been working for us.

Since this commercial tagline was so deeply embedded in my mind, I searched out some other old perfume and soap ads from the 70s and have included them below for a little blast from the past.


Charlie! before Charlie's Angels. I know all the words to this one. But not why.

Old Spice

I have no recollection of this ad, but I found it to be hilarious. The second lady is just plain dopey!

Chanel No. 5

Apparently this was a groundbreaking ad in its sexual suggestiveness. I remember it distinctly.

British Sterling

That one had a pretty jingle – as did Wind Song, but I couldn’t find a good 70s ad for it.


"Honey, our budget’s a disaster, but your hair looks like a million bucks."
Nice priorities, dude.

"Touch your hair. What do you think of?"
"The girls in your office?"
"Mmmmm. Yes. Me too."


Amy said...

Ha! That last one is pretty revolting. But I still love the Chanel #5 commercial. Fun stuff.

Lynne said...

The Chanel No. 5 commercial has some beautiful imagery, but I remember thinking the man was much too European looking - could have been the trunks.

That last Prell commercial could be right out of Mad Men!

Kim said...

As far as value, he couldn't possibly afford exclusive tickets to the one-woman show that is you.

Lynne said...

Kim, that made me laugh!

All I have to say is that the owner/manager doesn't need tickets (or a backstage pass).