The itch you can't scratch.

Yesterday I saw two disturbing commercials. I guess I shouldn't have been disturbed (well, actually I'm always disturbed..just ask around), since the commercials in question dealt with the more unmentionable aspects of the feminine world. One commercial showed a woman gazing sadly into a store window while "the itch that she couldn't scratch" (AND YES, IT SAID THAT!) apparently was getting the best of her. The commercial was advertising feminine itch products, as you can imagine, even if you don't want to. As the gal peered into the store window looking mightily depressed for all her cuteness, the busy street bustles around her as she has the urge to scratch her nether regions, but she seemed to resist by folding her arms tightly across her chest and looking very, very dour. Nice. Just a quick question. As a woman, do you need to see a commercial on how to fix your itching probs? Uhm. I think we all are very familiar with every avenue available to remedy that particular aspect of our lives.
The second commercial happened about 1o minutes later, and it showed various women doing the things we do best...fingerpainting with children, hauling gifts to a birthday party, teaching a class (yeah, this one spoke to me) all while the ladies in question attempted to squirm and twitch their wedgies into place with these hysterically rehearsed expressions of angst on their face. PDaddy couldn't figure out why I was laughing myself to death on the couch. I guess you had to be there. Or be a woman. Or something. I'm sorry, all I could invision were the chics in the commercials rehearsing those ridiculous faces in the mirror prior to the commercial shoot. Who thinks up these things? I'll tell ya who. A man. I don't know about you, but if I have a wedgie...I dig. If I have an itch, I scratch. It's just easier that way, believe me. No commercial needed.
Do you think they'll make the same commercials for men? Oh I truly hope so! Pure comedy, right there.

Today I have a gyno appointment to smear my pap. Ha. Yeah, if we didn't laugh we'd cry, right? I'll just be thinking myself back to last week at the beach with SIL and BIL as dastardly things are accomplished for the good of the crotch. Sigh.