Thank God Elvis is dead. I'm watching TV and an ad comes on. A bunch of jubiliant middle aged men singing and dancing and having way too much fun in a most unnatural way. Singing a version of Viva Las Vegas. Damn they look happy! And so diverse! "There's a black one. And a white one. And a brown one and a yellow one." (Make sure to sing that using the tune from "Little Boxes" the intro song on Weeds.)
I take note of the musical instruments in this contrived yet impromptu jam session. Bass, guitar, and what's that??? The skin flute. (Stop blushing.) It's an ad for Viagra and the idiot men are singing about "Can't wait to get home!" Hardy har har! Men! So witty, so much fun! So happy they need a pill to get an erection! VIVA VIAGRA! That's what they are singing. Viva Freaking Viagra.
I hate pharmaceutical ads. I really do. Smiling, vigorous, beautiful people trying to sell you drugs for conditions that make you pale, limp (truly) tired, bloated, breathless, dizzy and worse. I want my doctor to tell me what I need, not Madison Avenue. And I love Madison Avenue. Just not for drugs, OK?