Just watching a very funny riff on David Spade’s show, about that Peloton exercise bike ad which got everybody so upset. I guess cuz it was the 21st century equivalent of giving your wife a vacuum cleaner, or a cookbook: the gift is really for him, is that it?
Whatever. But y’know who I hate? That semi-Asian lookin’ brunette in the car commercial, who keeps opening her front door on a happy, noisy scene of Christmas family revelry, taking one look askance—and retreating to the “sanctuary” of her car!
Why are any of the other characters calling this woman “honey”? Unless that’s her actual first name, and she’s just, I dunno, there to audit the books or provide computer tech support or sump’n.
In fact, judging from the glimpse we get of the interior of her car, I think this scenario is likely. That ain’t no mom-mobile! It’s too clean, uncluttered.
Is this woman supposed to be The Mom? No way! The mom’s face would dissolve into a wide grin of delight and pleasure when she opens the door! She’d chuck her car keys on a side table and run into the fracas!
Who is this stone-cold bitch, is what I wonder. But her tv “family” seems to accept her pathological, a-social withdrawal as business as usual. Nobody pursues her to her ambulance-sterile vehicle yelling “ Mommy! (Or “Honey”!) What’s wrong?”
I hate this woman. I just know she supports Warren. No, make that Buttigieg. I hope she gets chocolate smeared all over the tasteful beige interior of her “sanctuary” vehicle.
That’s all! Thanks for reading!