Time for the perfume ads…sigh. That’s a sexy, lingering whispered sigh by the way. A sigh only a whisp of a human can make.
Why, WHY do ad companies think that whispering the name of their headache inducing fragrances make them all the more alluring? If spoken out loud do they lose all mystique?
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Perhaps, let’s examine:
(set in perfume store of choice, let’s say Savers - sauchiehall street)
Male: Whit kind de ye waaant fur christmas?
Female: Whit’s that wan that they whisper on the telly? the wan wi the skinny lassie oan it?
Male: They’re all skinny, who ye on about?
Female: You know, the wan that cannae act, the wan wi the mouth. Think it’s chanel maybe
Male: I don’t know who yer on about, never mind wit channel it was oan.
Female: CHANEL!!!
Male: I TELT YE…..$%^%$
Female: I said CHANEL YA MUPPET!
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Hmmm, maybe they have a point
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Or perhaps they floated the idea on a focus group of half deaf “IT-Kids”, with a hankering for limpness?
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Either way, it’s right annoying. What’s that you say? Speak up I can’t hear you? C’mon, flick that hair out of your eye’s, stop hugging the bottle and say it plainly! Nope, sorry still can’t quite make it out. Will you stop dancing in circles, you’ll make yourself dizzy. Now tell me what you’re on about…
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Let’s whisper it altogether now. 1,2,3…”I love to dance”. Aye whatever love. Eat some food, I can see your ribs.
