The joke is certainly about confusing the sacred and the profane, which could land poorlly for sure.
But it’s happening because of a human foible/limitation ( Not sure the non-ablest term to use here) of poor eyesight, not malice or ignorance. I think the “old priest who makes mistakes” is a bit of a trope in catholic jokes.
“A human making a mistake” is one of the primary colours of comedy and is completely consistent with my understanding of Catholic dogma.
I wrote this based on the description. After watching it, its just a simple misdirection. They aren’t even eating chips as communion.
Boo . “Lighten up, Francis.” indeed.
“Jesus brings the good news, despite not being a common-tater”
Punching down is different though. The price of being a majority religion that tries to dictate how everyone lives is that sometimes people will make jokes about you. Oh well. Francis openly attacking “gender ideology” doesn’t leave me a lot of sympathy for his organization having to endure an irreverent potato chip ad.
Oh for sure. And some people would get bent ouf of shape regardless. But suggesting potato chips take the place of a Communion wafer is on a different level than say crunching a chip to break a vow of silence, or some other gag.
And I’d argue this ad isn’t really punching up. They aren’t standing up to the Church in any real way, It’s supposed to be a glib, clever ad to sell chips.So, let’s not give it too much credit for being edgy to make money…
(I tried looking for the ad on youtube and didn’t find it. If this is somehow an actual master in social commentary, then I reserve the right to retract my statement.)
Did I? I didn’t know you were Irish!
That’s… not what’s happening here/what I’m saying.
The article said this ad was in Italy, and I don’t think the fact that it’s a light joke instead of trenchant criticism changes what I said at all. You don’t get to try to run society and insist everyone treat you with reverence. They can suck it up, an option the people they are going after don’t always have.
Another ex-altar boy here. It was not uncommon for us to occasionally nibble unblessed hosts… on the sly of course. They were readily available, waiting for the Big Zap, stored in a jar kept in the sacristy aka changing room. Zero joy re taste, texture, or mouth-feel; supremely satisfying as far as being able to get gleefully away with shit on the cheap. We had a definite feeling, though, that Fr. Sepe (the coolest priest one could have possibly met back then) knew what was going on. Not one single peep from him about the hosts. His own concerns seemed to focus more on being the school’s unofficial ping-pong “champ” and managing our bantam league baseball team. (Note that during mass, his chalice’s water to wine ratio was incredibly high; avoided the blood of Christ like the plague.)
I can’t see the ad as it’s been pulled (icky Instagram anyways, ick ick ick). But I recognize the brand, Amica, as the German supermarket I shop at has them. They’re not bad, but overpriced.
I prefer the ones from France. Superbon is the brand, confusingly with a Spanish bull as their cartoon mascot. I used to get Tyrell’s, but Brexit made them hard to find and drove up the price thanks to Britain screwing up the customs talks.
Cut to our Fr. McDermott, a bona fide boozer who would signal me to stop a pour into his chalice by gently lifting it up. He would lift his chalice the instant after I touched my tipped water cruet to it… and not move a muscle until my wine cruet was empty. (I wonder if that has anything to do with he never getting a street corner dedicated to him, and Fr, Sepe did.)
