Posted on 01/18/2019 12:41:32 PM PST by Bruce Campbells Chin
Watch company Egard put out this ad that is an indirect response to the infamous toxic masculinity ad by Gillette.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=117&v=x_HL0wiK4Zc
I wish I need a watch...
Fk Gilette. I jjust ordered another brand of razor—other than fricking Gilette. They can take their products and shove them up toxic Whatevers
Fk Gilette. I jjust ordered another brand of razor—other than fricking Gilette. They can take their products and shove them up toxic Whatevers
It’s great! The best a Ma’am can get... catchy slogan.
LOL
Men perform 99% of all dangerous rescues. Men jump to protect their families nearly 100% of the time. Men will take on other men if the situation requires. Yes. Men will be men.
Now, THAT’S a great ad!
Don’t forget the weary aircraft line mechanic, working all hours, day and night - sometimes working 24 hours straight, just to get a plane back in the air ...
Working during inclement weather, freezing or roasting his butt off, and busting his knuckles for people he will likely never meet ...
Exposed to all manner of toxic substances, and suffering injuries to his health that will not show up for years.
Over the span of his career, this man will have the legal responsibility for the safe travel of thousands of people, whom will never know him or of his struggles ...
And yet, some will ignorantly remark “oh, he’s just a mechanic.”
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
My Boy Jack’ by Rudyard Kipling (c.1916)
“Have you news of my boy Jack?”
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind —
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
Pardon me whilst I wipe the privilege running from my eyes and collect my thoughts.
Lurked_for_a_decade
Have you thought of expanding the campaign to the retailers who sell the products? Drive them all under?
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