BAD-VERTS
Snack Wars
For a while now there has been an advertisment running for Walls sausages featuring a dog rapping to the accompaniment of some garage
music. It starts with a young chav going to the garage kiosk (hence the garage
music, clever, eh?) and buying a sausage roll. He turns to go but then turns
back, placing a little case on the counter. The case looks like a ring case and
we are supposed to get the idea that he is proposing to the middle aged lady,
but he’s not: inside the box is a mini boxer dog (a dog in a box, another great
visual pun), the assistant asks the customer if he is alright then opens the
box and the dog starts to do his little rap, something like:
“thank you, thank you for selling walls
thank you, thank you for the sausage roll
you’re the loveliest garage lady in the land
but, obviously he can’t express himself, ‘cos he’s
only a bloke, really”
Yeah! On
behalf of the nation: thanks for the ground up pig testicles and gristle.
This ad has been followed by a new one set in a
council house and featuring a married couple. Mrs Average serves Mr Average his
dinner: sausages. Mr Average looks up lovingly and slides a ring case across
the table towards the love of his life and then lights a candle. Some smoochy R’n’B
music comes on and the little doggy does his thing:
“Thank you, thank you, for the meaty sausages
Thanks for all the walls
You’re so very wonderful
You’re the best wife in the whole world, mummy bear
But he can’t really tell you that cos he’s just a
bloke, really”
So not to be outdone, the people over at Ginsters, the
pasty makers must have become worried about these adverts and got in touch with
their advertising people and said something like: “Walls are selling more sausage rolls by
being sexist so we need our own sexist advert.” Lo, and behold the magic men
did their thing and an ad was born.
Working on the theme of women’s chief role being to
feed men, this ad has a man down on one knee, reciting what sounds like a
proposal, but is actually a request to have his pasty heated up for him.
What a load of twoddle! If I wrote my wife a song
telling her I loved her because she cooks me sausages she would ask “Are you
trying to be funny?” ... and would then proceed to teach me a new use for
sausages!
I mean sexist or what? I presume the ad is aimed at
the kind of Neanderthal male that sees a woman’s place as being in the kitchen,
cooking for him. I thought we had progressed as a nation. In most households I
know the cooking duties are dependent on shift patterns, who’s at home and
when. Given that most people don’t actually cook meals from scratch these days,
putting reconstituted crap in to a microwave is a job either sex can do.
So thank you, Walls and Ginsters for showing us males
to be a bunch of club wielding cave men.
I’m going now, to see what my wife can
do with a vege-banger.