Showing posts with label Gillette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gillette. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Will at the Gym

Despite some nagging foot issues, gym time is going great, 3 or 4 times a week, cardio, weights, the whole bag.

It feels more or less like this:
Actually, AC/DC usually gets us through the treadmill, Runaway Train, followed by Let there be Rock, followed by Highway to Hell, followed by Shoot to Thrill - all live.

Oh the combat sequences we've dreamed up during Shoot to Thrill's  finger picking interlude.*

Angus always said this was supposed to sound like an old west shootout...we see columns of tanks advancing out of the woods, Apache attack helicopters getting into position.

And if you don't think we're drawing eyes at the gym, well, you don't know Will Stroock and you don't know women.

We have no doubt that the cute 25ish woman on the treadmill is not trying to be noticed in the halter top and shiny leggings. None what-so-ever.

Masculinity is noticing at 30 feet.

Masculinity is also turning your head when she drops her keys right in front of your rowing machine and you don't want to make her feel uncomfortable when she stoops down to pick them up.

*Begins at 3:30, Motherfuckers.

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Men in (not Gillette) Advertising

Watching the Yankees back in the late 80s, 87-88, we saw a lot of beer commercials. 

Sure, tons of them were lame. You Millennials should google Spuds Mackenzie.

But most were by men, directed to men; average work-a-day men. 

Here's one that ran all during the summer of 87, which we found and saw for the first time again yesterday.
This Bud's for all that you do...

Quite right. It's all there, challenge, hard work, adversity, acceptance.

Note the manager argues, 'He was safe!' The umpire simply says, 'He was out,' and walks away.

European readers, arguing with the umps is a time honored baseball tradition.

Later, the ump and his wife are out for a nice celebratory dinner, when who buys them around? Well the manager!

Look closely and you'll see the ump's number is 42. Well played, Bud, well played.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Gillette's Lost Opportunity

Gillette had a chance to make a positive statement and rally men to Gillette. 

Instead they went full Social Justice Warrior.

Never go full Social Justice Warrior.

Instead of making that piece of Shiite misandrist ad, imagine if Gillette had made this:

Begin Scene...

'In a time of self reflection' [flash-grainy images of Harvey Weinstein, Terry Crews testifying before congress, etc]

'Let us celebrate all that is good about men...'

[Flash] the Cajun Navy during Hurricane Harvey...

[Flash] a step-dad teaching his step-son how to shave...

[Flash] a quartet of young men pushing an old ladies' broken down car out of the road...

[Flash] a middle-aged dad coming out of the drug store with tampons for his 14 year old daughter...

[Flash] a pair of young Marines helping a 90 year marine off a jet at Iwo Jima... 

[Flash] fire fighters cleaning up after a call...

[Flash] father and son sit vigil at Grampa's death bed...

[Flash] two teenage boys dig an old man's car out of a blizzard...

[Flash] a father with sleeves rolled and tie undone changes a babies' diaper while exhausted mom dozes on the couch... 

[Flash] a 30ish man calls an Uber for a stranger that's had one too many...

….Gillette, for all that is good about men....

Readers get the idea.

But Gillette doesn't.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Just walk away, Gillette

An interesting article on Gillette's toxic masculinity ad.

Nut graf, as the J-school losers say:
The use of the term “toxic masculinity” in the ad was a flat out mistake. While only mentioned quickly and briefly, the use of this term, which many men associate with a one-sided critique and stereotype of an entire gender. Regardless of how much some without marketing backgrounds would like to believe that companies taking political stances on is okay, alienating a substantial proportion of the target audience is never a good thing. Michael Jordan’s statement that he did not want to engage in political commentary because “Republicans buy shoes too,” remains wise thinking. Regardless of which political party or group may be alienated, it is simply bad marketing practice to offend significant numbers of your own consumers.
Which is why one never opens a Will Stroock novel and hears about how awful Barry was, or Bill.

Over the course of writing 12 novels, we've learned a lot about advertising. It never occurred to us to attack our audience, even the Russians. The Saudis come off looking pretty damn good in Israel Strikes: War of the Red Sea.

We always ran our campaigns on websites, blogs and in magazines whose readers we felt would like our books. Say, 'Commentary' for Israel Strikes, or 'Military Heritage' for World War 1990. Our pitch: here's what the book is about, and we think you'll like it.

The Gillette 'The Best a Man Can Be' campaign is run by a single white female SJW. We'd rate a her a 'gentleman's 5'*. The BBQ scene is a dead give away, as a feminist trope now is to barge in on the fellas standing around the grill, drinking beer and talking sports and big tits.

To which we respond, 'Hey doll, get me another beer, would ya? And take your time walking away.'

We're not kidding.

*Heh, see what I did there?

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Stroock to Gillette: Go to Hell

By now you've heard of Gillette's misandrist 'the best men we can be' 
campaign'.

We here at William Stroock dot blospot dot com have taken appropriate action:

The Proctor and Gamble Company
1 P&G Plaza, Cincinnati, Ohio 45202

Dear Proctor and Gamble:

Your new Gillette ‘Shave off toxic masculinity’ campaign is wrong-headed and offensive.

You will find enclosed my Gillette razor and remaining blades.

I no longer want Gillette razors or anything to do with your company.

Sincerely,

William Stroock