I Guess Advertising Really Does Work…

I used to be a real movie buff.  I mean, I used to see everything that was in theatres, just to go to the movies.  Once, my friends and I went to see something and there was nothing left at the theatre that we hadn’t seen.  I LOVE movies and didn’t care that it was what I spent most of my money on.

Over the last few years, I realized that I hadn’t been going to see as many movies as I did once.  In face, I see maybe three or four a year instead of five or six a month.  For a while I assumed it was because most movies nowadays weren’t as good as the ones I had watched back when I was a teenager/in my early twenties.  Then I thought perhaps just my tastes had matured and I wasn’t interested in the same things I had been back then.  This is probably a small factor, everyone changes their tastes as they age.

However, in the last little while, I’ve come to the conclusion that it may be a different factor entirely that has something to do with it.

I gave up television three years ago.  I cancelled cable and got myself a subscription to Netflix and I never looked back.  I couldn’t take the fact that it cost almost one hundred dollars a month for what amounted to about 5 channels that I watched regularly. 

I have found that, without being constantly bombarded by commercials and advertisements, I am far less likely to buy crap I don’t need; this includes going to see movies, apparently.  If I’m not constantly subjected to watching the trailers, it seems that I don’t really know or care about their existence.

When I visit my friends’ houses or I’m at my parents, I find myself being drawn back in whenever there’s a trailer for a movie that I didn’t know about.  I get all excited when I see something I hadn’t before and then I want to see it in the theatre. 

So, I have come to the realization that my need to see movies is mainly based on being inundated with advertisements for them on the television.  I still love movies but I’ve become far more picky about them and I only ever see the ones I really want to see instead of almost everything I see a trailer for.

Next up on the list of ones that I’m definitely seeing…A Good Day to Die Hard.  Because how the hell could I ever miss out on seen a Die Hard movie in the theatre?

Men…in Belted Sweaters

I have been feeling unmotivated towards blogging for a while now.  I don’t know why other than to say I’ve been feeling rather unmotivated towards a lot of stuff, mostly because I’m tired after working all the time and don’t want to do anything but sit on my butt and watch Netflix.

Today, however, I was sitting on my butt and watching Netflix while surfing the net and the boyfriend sent me a link on MSN.  I clicked and then I laughed hysterically for a very long time.  I’m still chuckling and I will never get tired of this picture.  I know that this is not a real blog post, but I figured it would tide me over (and anyone who cares to read it) until I put an actual post together.

Yes, that's right. Men....In Belted Sweaters

Now, imagine if this were the style today.  Could you just see yourself walking down the street, minding your own business, perhaps listening to some tunes on the old mp3 player, when suddenly, what do you see?  A man in a belted sweater…strolling nonchalantly down the sidewalk, his head tilted just so as the wind sweeps through his flowing locks…oh ladies, the tingles would abound, no??  I don’t really remember ever seeing this as a prominent fashion staple in any movie or magazine from recent years or back in the day, so I’m hoping this never caught on, despite the admirable effort on the part of Columbia Minerva Leaflet #2528.

I couldn’t help myself and I did another copy of the pictures with my comments on each different design.  See below:

Thanks goes out to the boyfriend for locating such Men…a gem and sending it along to brighten my rather dull evening.  I hope you find as much joy in Men…With Belted Sweaters as I did.

UPDATE: I realize that I called the man in the upper left corner a reminder of the Man in the Yellow Hat and he is not actually wearing a yellow hat but a yellow sweater.  I do, however, stand by my original statement, as I look at him and that’s what I’m reminded of.