This product provides me with an adjective with which I can pat myself on the back:
. . . they’re still showing (and looking at) butts:
I don’t know, this month’s haul seems to be more the result of perspiration rather than inspiration, in the words of my 10th grade English teacher.
As you know from my renowned* Drinking with my Ladybrain feature, wine is often marketed to women as a way to escape from the travails of a woman’s daily life. Well, that sentiment is not just for the ladyfolk – meet my friend Sally’s cousin Fabio, and his La Pausa wine:
Here’s my friend Sally’s grandfather’s Fiat refrigerator, an extension of the Fiat brand I wasn’t aware of before:
Slapping an artichoke tattoo on a shapely model is kind of stretching it to make a connection between feminine pulchritude and the artichoke, don’t you think?
Well, it’s Europe. Where they have, of course, a far more liberal attitude towards sex in advertising. More specifically, sexual innuendo, often featuring naked or nearly-naked women, sells perhaps more there than here.
I don’t know where to begin. Sicily was a life-changing experience, thanks in large part to my dear friend Sally, who brings worlds together on a daily basis there. Still recovering from a bit of jet lag (though something about the Mediterranean sun and sea made it much easier to adjust than every before), but I thought I’d at least prime the pump for more posting with one of my favorite catches of the trip:
Okay, Portuguese wines. Usually good values, real depth in the reds. We’ve drunk a few and quite enjoyed them.
In the event that I don’t have time when I’m in Sicily, I thought I’d have something teed up to celebrate my bloggiversary – five years, can you believe it?
. . . first thought this ad in US Weekly was a fake, or for a fake product: