Do The Good Day: F-

I first saw a print ad for this while riding the subway. The ad literally had instructions:
1. push to the left, push to the right
2. roll forward, roll back
3. clap your hands
Not only is that a terrible dance, but there’s no way you can believe their claim that “everybody’s doing it.” I would venture to say that no one is doing it. And no one will ever do it.
Then later–on Thanksgiving, of all days–I saw the abomination of a television commerical. Not only does it ensure that I will never, ever, in my life, do “the good day” or watch Good Day New York, but it also makes me want to gouge my eyes out and slam q-tips, which I do so love, deep into my ears.
What kind jackass sits back, pays for this production, sees the finished product and thinks to himself, you know what? We’ve done an excellent job here. I think this is going to boost our ratings. Even worse…it probably wasn’t just one person. There was probably a team of go-getters sitting around a table giving one another handjobs in celebration of their brilliant creation. The only hope for this campaign is that I will one day wind up sipping whiskey next to a guy who laughs and says, “you’ll never believe the absolute horseshit campaign I sold Good Day New York…” because it must be a joke.
If you didn’t know this was going to get an F before, know it now.
F fucking F F F. F-.
Tags: Good Day New York
December 11th, 2007 at 11:16 pm
I just lost my lunch. And I’ve already eaten dinner.
Grade: F.