And Here I Thought It Was Just to Make Rooms Smell Better July 9, 2009
Posted by Kimmothy in Whatever, World.trackback
God bless the Internet, man.
I somehow wandered onto this site that gifts us with the fifteen creepiest vintage ads of all time. I love this stuff, I really do. And while I’ve seen a lot of vintage stuff that is unintentionally horrifying, I never ever imagined I’d see something like the following. Seriously, Lysol?
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Laments & Observations 
Holy hell, that’s a good one. Depending on your definition of “good,” of course.
If you like that, I MUST share with you one of the coolest time-wasting links I found back when I lived out West: The Institute of Official Cheer. Warning: You could spend a couple of days going through that site! But it’s hysterical. High-steer-rickle.
I always appreciate a good time-sucker. I’ll be going there directly and thank you in advance!
Douching with Lysol??? Holy hell, I can’t even imagine the burning. But hey- if it smells “lemony fresh” afterwards, it would totally be worth it, right? I have to wonder what these women were doing that their pooners needed so much disinfecting in the first place.
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Lucky for us, we “modern wives” can allow our lady bits to be as smelly and germ-infested as we please.
If that was acceptable feminine hygiene back in the day, I’m very thankful my pooner lives in modern times. Even if a lot more has to go into grooming now, I’d say it’s a fair trade-off.
Maybe “pooners” would be nicer with a little “PineSol” instead of Lysol…
mmmmm. Piney fresh.
I was thinking more along the lines of Febreeze.
My mouth is still hanging open.
Did you just use the phrase “hanging open” in a discussion of feminine hygiene products? š
I was going to say something similar, so thanks for that!
[…] as not to leave you all on that note, as I previously shared on Kim’s blog today, I give you one of my favorite old time-waster sites from when I lived in the Midwest:Ā The […]
OMG, I am going back and forth between being horrified and LMAO. If this is what our mothers had to buy into, now I know why they are so messed up. LYSOL! My beloved Lysol. I’ll never be able to look at it the same way again.
This would explain a lot about my mom.
HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP!
Yeah, I didn’t think to close my gaping-in-horror mouth until my jaw started to hurt. (No gaping jokes, damn it.)
All I could think was, “Wait a damn minute! My pooner is all tucked away, hidden from nastiness, whereas the boys have their filthy paws all over their wangers 85,000 times a day, and *I’M* the one who needs the disinfectant?!?” Fark that!
ThankyaJesus that I live in better times.
Good point! I can’t picture dudes spraying lysol all over their peckers anymore than I can picture women using it.