Will you marry me, commercials?
The insurance agent side of me loves that the above commercial combines insurance and makeup all into one commercial that's like... totally made exclusively for like... women! Makeup lovers unite! However, there's a small piece of me that wants to scream to Geico's underwriters to never allow this little lizard to get some health insurance without having some pre-existing conditions excluded. I mean, you saw how much powder this remarkable reptile just inhaled, right?! Surely that could build up over time & cause cancer or something. Furthermore, they may want to fire that particular makeup artist for doing that to their dear client. If I ever did that to one of my clients, dear Lord forgive me & then pry my makeup brushes out of my dead, lifeless fingers.
Oh, the "Internets" & how they've affected how people in this generation meet as well as date each other. Let's all pause for a second & thank the dear Lord again that the media is finally done making mountains out of mole hills with Te'o's "girlfriend". It used to be that when the word "catfish" came to mind, all I thought about was some big mouthed fish with whiskers that I never wanted to consume. I wonder if this term has made it into urban dictionary yet. One ponders. Yes, yes it has. I just looked it up.
Per urbandictionary.com, a "catfish" can be defined as this:
A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they're not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.
Did you hear how Dave got totally catfished last month?! The fox he thought he was talking to turned out to be a pervy guy from San Diego!
Any who, enjoy your day, lovelies!
Hopefully by neither inhaling your makeup nor catfishing...
Luv,
~J.~
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