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I was watching The Family Guy on the Seattle Fox affiliate tonight, when an ad came on for a Seattle lawyer who specializes in tracking down child-support payments.
A lawyer who specializes in deadbeat dads? Not so weird, you say. No, it's not. Unless said lawyer chooses to use an ad which features his three young female legal assistants dressed in evening-wear and acting all flirtatious toward the camera.
Can we say "failure to choose one's target audience?"
(Speaking of Fox, I've also come to the conclusion that no matter where you live, you're still a potential victim of ridiculous truck commercials and their blaring country music soundtracks. I feel I should have the right to watch The Simpsons without every 7.5 minutes having to face the thought of gouging my eardrums out with fondue forks. . . .)
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My belt quest is finally over. I stopped by Pacific Centre Mall today during a monumental walk around downtown1, and, upon poking my head into American Eagle, I saw what should have been pretty common, I'd think: a 34inch plain black leather belt2, with a silver-colored buckle.
When I took it up to the cashier, I said, "You'd be amazed how hard it actually was to find a regular old belt like this around here."
"Actually," she responded, "I'm not surprised at all. You think finding a men's one is tough, I've been trying to find a women's belt like that for months. The fashion pope seems to have declared them off-limits this year."
I didn't know there was a fashion pope, but apparently whoever he is, he's decided that black leather belts lead down the same sinful road as birth control and meat on Fridays. . . .
1 At around 10am I set out to find some brunch, having gone through a rationalization pattern something like, "You know, I'm craving a good breakfast, but I can make my own breakfast — it's cheaper. But on the other hand, I haven't left the apartment much this weekend, and walking to . . . yes, walking, that's right, walking is healthy, and I might meet some people, and, ooh, Mira Yaletown has that Warsaw Breakfast special, and . . . .", so when I arrived at the aforementioned destination of Mira Yaletown, I discovered that it had closed down. To really get the point across, they had even physically removed the doorknobs from the doors. The next three places I visited were also either closed on Sundays, or inexplicably closed just for today with no explanation (that's a whole other Vancouver topic for another time, by the way — the way places here just decide not to open on the weekends sometimes, despite their posted hours). In the process, I wound up zig-zagging my way all across the downtown East side, to eventually find myself at a pretty cool little Greek breakfast cafe at Howe and Hastings.
2I'm still irked at Roots for only carrying 28 and 30 inch belts. Stupid Roots buyer person. . . .3
3Yes, I acknowledge this footnote thing is getting silly, but it makes me happy, and it's safer than drugs. Who knew I had all this footnote ambition all built up inside of me?
A lawyer who specializes in deadbeat dads? Not so weird, you say. No, it's not. Unless said lawyer chooses to use an ad which features his three young female legal assistants dressed in evening-wear and acting all flirtatious toward the camera.
Can we say "failure to choose one's target audience?"
(Speaking of Fox, I've also come to the conclusion that no matter where you live, you're still a potential victim of ridiculous truck commercials and their blaring country music soundtracks. I feel I should have the right to watch The Simpsons without every 7.5 minutes having to face the thought of gouging my eardrums out with fondue forks. . . .)
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My belt quest is finally over. I stopped by Pacific Centre Mall today during a monumental walk around downtown1, and, upon poking my head into American Eagle, I saw what should have been pretty common, I'd think: a 34inch plain black leather belt2, with a silver-colored buckle.
When I took it up to the cashier, I said, "You'd be amazed how hard it actually was to find a regular old belt like this around here."
"Actually," she responded, "I'm not surprised at all. You think finding a men's one is tough, I've been trying to find a women's belt like that for months. The fashion pope seems to have declared them off-limits this year."
I didn't know there was a fashion pope, but apparently whoever he is, he's decided that black leather belts lead down the same sinful road as birth control and meat on Fridays. . . .
2I'm still irked at Roots for only carrying 28 and 30 inch belts. Stupid Roots buyer person. . . .3
3Yes, I acknowledge this footnote thing is getting silly, but it makes me happy, and it's safer than drugs. Who knew I had all this footnote ambition all built up inside of me?