Shave me so clean
Somewhere down the line, people started realizing that it is a good idea to listen to and believe everything talk show hosts and infomercials say on TV. I guess the thought process behind this was if a statement was recorded and broadcast to the masses, there lay hard evidence of a promise. Hey, if news anchors and evangelists were trusted at face value, why shouldn't the man with the fake kitchen set trying to sell you different versions of colored felt be counted on?
This Christmas, amongst the caveat of gift cards and money-shaped cards, I was bestowed a few choice gifts that seemed to stick out to me. In fact, these days you might find me shaving my legs with a new Lady Infinity, and drying my hair in a timeless Turbie Twist.
And it wasn't just me. My brothers both opened presents to find only-sold-on-tv flashlights and tool doodads, and upon my arrival back home, Jake showed me the the Pedi Paws and Ped Egg he turned over in his stockings back at home. So far, the verdict is only one of the gifts lived up to the hype, and my legs are as smooth as satin sheets.
We must resist the mindless purchasing of spin-offs of original household cleaners. The sight of hair at the expense of a spray can cannot sway us to take out our pocketbooks and sign away our wages plus shipping and handling. Design follows function, and before you can use your whole box of static-clings, the product is already discontinued and left in consumers' mind as a relic of a time way-back-when. And that was just last month. Nothing will ever compare to the Clapper and all of its useful functions, but that doesn’t stop pitchmen from trying.
God Bless America.
