From today’s New York Times A section. Unless by “girls” they mean “children in grade school,” this ad really frosts my feminist cookies. And if by some strange chance they do mean that, I’d like to point out that–IMHO at least–no one should be buying a $3,000 necklace for a child anyway.
Advertising FAIL.
A little bow like that, it’s probably for teenagers like rich “Daddy’s Little Girl” on her 16th birthday. Or more likely, a gift for somebody’s young courtesan/mistress.
Maybe they mean, women turn into squealing girls when they see a Diamond Tiffany Bow Necklace. (Diamonds being a Girl’s Beset Friend and all). IMHO, that is the butt-ugliest thing ever. If someone went to Tiffany and of everything in there, walked out with a bow necklace, well, I just don’t know what I’d do.
OMG I saw this same ad this morning and cringed! I am so glad you pointed this out. I am lurker and delurked just to say this! LOL.
I kinda like the bow. But…the ad sucks. I can come up with a million better tag lines for a diamond bow necklace than that. Like, no need to wrap it, it’s already a bow! Or, baby take a bow.
Ladies, come on! Don’t you know that diamonds are a GIRL’s* best friend just like a dog is MAN’S** best friend?! See, they connect with living, breathing animals that inspire love and loyalty while we like hard tiny gems that signify excessive wealth and status. Just like boy babies are born loving pirates and tractors and girl babies are born loving butterflies and pink. It’s only natural!
* girl = female species
** Man = male species
I have to lie down now. (Thinking hurts my pretty li’l head.)
Fuck you Tiffany’s. I have always thought of you as cheesy and I hate the light blue color of your boxes. I also hate that the ONE time I decided to wonder into one of your stores, a damn security guard followed me EVERYWHERE!! I wonder why that happened?…..I was dressed nicely, I smelled good, I was obviously not a teenager, I was even holding a relatively fancy handbag. I have a little theory, and here it is: Your security guard followed me everywhere, yeah even into the china dept, (cause you never know when a girl will be a girl and try to put a dinner plate or two into her handbag) because I was alone. I was there all by myself, which must have meant that I was a damsel in distress without a daddy or boyfriend with her to buy her something sparkly. And you know what damsels in distress do? They steal sparkly things for themselves. Damn those damsels will be damsels, huh?
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