Ah... a beautiful day. In 1957, there was nothing more important to a woman than a clean wash. Or at least this is what we're led to believe. In 1957, there's also nothing wrong with sending children to an outdoor birthday party dressed in all white. Mother had all the time in the world to do laundry! And every child loved looking like the ice-cream man or a nurse. I was going to say something about every child looking like the milkman, but I know where that would lead this...
Well, your wash day just got brighter with new Oxydol! It has Oxygen bleach!
SCREEEEECH!!!! Wait just a lily-white-cotton-pickin' minute! You mean to tell me that Oxygen cleaners aren't new? They weren't invented so that the marketing guru, Billy Mays (may he rest in peace) could scream it at us from our televisions?? You mean to tell me that in order to have a lovely white wash, I could have been using Oxydol all along and avoided that bearded, caffeine-huffing, product pusher (may he rest in peace)??
Oh, for the love of Speedy Alka-Seltzer. Don't that just beat all?
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