Andy's selling mysogyny
I'm just as baffled by perfume ads as Andy. Of course, it must be hard to sell a smell with a picture.
"Imagine these two women coming in in the morning and saying, "Hi Andy! We've been assigned to work with you." ... I know I did. It stirs a flutter in my no-no region, like the dying tremor of a butterfly's wings... and then it's gone.
... is it time for my medicine?"
Andy Rooney should have 2 minutes at the end of SNL, not 60 Minutes.
Andy likes his women pale and clownish.
A woman has her shirt open to the point where, if the picture continued past the bottom of the magazine, there'd likely be some exposed boobie, and what does ANDY notice? Her hair in her face.
Next week, Andy reminisces about the time he tied an onion to his belt (which was the style at the time).
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