Originally published at: The allure of 60s cigarette commercials | Boing Boing
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Seems like the butt of the cigarette is going to act as a filter for the entire smoking experience, no? Maybe not as well as the cigarette gets shorter, but still.
Yeah, all the tar that collects there tends to make the filter better until you get close.
Do I miss smoking? Occasionally. Do I wish commercials with catchy jingles would make a comeback? Definitely.
Looks like selling Death in a stick form that you put in your mouth and light in fire is hard work.
Was that first commercial, for Newports, shot in the Dick Van Dyke show house?
Ah, the nostalgia makes me long for those glamorous 60’s commercials for chewing tobacco too. A couple rocks side-by-side on a porch overlooking a peaceful cement pond: “That’s right granny, you don’t even need teeth to enjoy Mail Pouch. Now in Wintergreen to keep a fresher spittoon. Pwew-tang!”
Forty years from now, what will the ‘cigarette commercials of the 60’s’ be? What will shock or disturb us then that doesn’t shock or disturb now?
Hopefully prescription adverts. Those are the devil.
But the side-effects list at the end are awesome, the ones that may cause this, or may cause that, the ultimate crap shoot.
I have to admit that the ad for the medicine that could possible cause perineum infections cracks me up every time. I call it the taint gangrene drug.
You might appreciate my sole contribution to Internet culture, circa 2005 or so.
(Helpfully preserved on YouTube by a stranger, which I didn’t know until just now when I went to find it.)
Got my belly-dancer outfit out , and I’m doing it, really doing it.
Me, too!
RIGHT NOW!?
Probably, right?