I have to discuss something with you. An ad I saw the other day as I was speeding down Pico Boulevard here in Los Angeles, the horror of which almost lead to my crashing my car through the plate glass window of a nearby Coffee Bean, which probably would have killed countless marginally employed actors/writers. Something so disgusting that I must put it behind a jump. (It's safe for work. BUT NOT FOR YOUR APPETITE.)
Um. Okay. EW. I mean, admittedly I have kind of a frog phobia -- I had to dissect one in third grade and was unable to eat green things for like a month -- but....the idea....of sitting in a GIANT PUDDLE OF FROGS IS TOTALLY DISGUSTING TO ME. I mean, I get the joke (you have to kiss a lot of blah blah blah before you meet your yadda yadda -- although frankly, I prefer, "men are like buses. You miss one another one will come along in ten minutes," if only because it makes dating seem less likely to give you warts. Although I guess that's toads. You know what I mean). But couldn't that have been accomplished by having Elizabeth Reaser's Highly HIGHLY Photoshopped Figure just hold ONE FROG, other than LETTING THEM ALL SLIMILY SLITHER AROUND HER CROTCH? Imagine SITTING IN A PILE OF FROGS. Does that make YOU want to tune into an allegedly charming romantic comedy about a women who's desperate to find her soulmate before her ovaries shrivel up and roll out and the townspeople shun her for not mating soon enough and abandon her in the fields for the vultures to get, or whatever it's about? Because it makes me want to barf.
