Am I the only one who is completely freaked out by talking breakfast cereal?
Have you seen the new ads for Frosted Mini-Wheats?
They feature little talking mini-wheats guys. These little wheats carry on converstations with a kid - usually giving him some wordly advice on why eating a better breakfast is so important.
There is one commercial where the little wheats advise the young adolescent that by having a nutrional breakfast he will perform better at school.
There is another where a group of little wheats are taking a 'bath' of sorts in hot milk. In this commercial the camera pans back as the little wheats saunter away from the cereal bowl clad in towels and flipflops - while the kid devours his breakfast.
Um...hello... he is eating the little wheat guys...
Are we to believe that the remaining wheat guys in the bowl are not animated? That these poor wheats are simply shredded grains with no brains? And that the ones with brains were smart enough to leap from the bowl before being devoured?
How is this not completly horrifying to children?
13 comments:
Hell yes that bothers me. And I won't even start on the Wendy's singing hamburger. [shiver]
In case that commercial doesn't play in your market: I want you to see it.
yeah it Is a little strange....
But, hey, don't show your (grand)kids vintage unedited Sesame Street...
The singing raisins must have really freaked you out.
Weese, I now realize - you are seriously warped. I like that about you. How do you feel about the Fruit of the Loom?
you stoned?
Now, that's just plain funny.
well, children are demented creatures who also like chowing down on animal crackers and teenage mutant ninja turtles pasta. talking breakfast cereal isn't much different. the cereal would be much better for them if there were no sugar slathered all over it...oh right, then it would be shredded wheat.
mmmm.... frosted mini-wheats... lol at kitty litter
ya.. odd... and the need for the little "nudity" mention at the end...eek...
That's why I always skedaddle early from my hot milk bath at the spa, because I know the big spoon's coming to deliver to some giant's gaping maw* the remaining ladies—many of whom are said to lack higher thought. So, yeah, don't worry about the dumb-ass left-behind wheats; they don't feel a thing.
*Not to be confused with The MAW, who as I've been given to understand neither gapes nor devours hapless spa girls.
I love the commercial where they're hot-tubbing in the milk, especially at the end where he says, "Dude, your eight layers are showing." Makes me laugh every time.
As for the rest of it that's got you all in a tizzy, I try not to analyze commercials. ;)
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