There’s one of these PSAs for Christmas, too, but it’s not quite as hilariously horrifying as this Hanukkah one.
Followup Public Service Announcement to the Public Service Announcement:
Men:
Wanna do something special for your woman this Hanukkah/Christmas? Schedule her Pap smear — then just sit back and wait for the divorce papers/Dear John letter to come in the mail!
I mean, listen, any hopeless idiot who might actually consider this: Your woman’s fondest holiday wish does NOT include a stocking stuffed with an appointment card for her fancy place to have a “schmear” with Dr. McFiddles, mkay? The real Public Service Announcement here is this: On behalf of every damn woman in the world, I dare to beseech you NOT to do this. No. I DEMAND that you don’t.
I mean, seriously, sweet baby Jesus see this and weeps inconsolably in the manger. And he’s GOD, for God’s sake.
And “Give her the gift that will light up her menorah”?
Gross, gross, gross, gross, GROSS.
Clearly, the people at CBS understand neither women NOR how Pap smears work. I think I can confidently tell you, CBS, that NO Pap “schmear” has ever EVER lit up my menorah.
And my gynecologist is a good-looking fellow, too.
Oh, Lord have mercy.
You know, I simply do not understand what happened in society that these sorts of things are now considered acceptable for public conversation. My privates, and the things that do or might possibly happen in or around them are, um, private. That’s why they’re called…privates. I mean, my mom taught me this when I was three.
Similarly, once, just once, I would like to watch a baseball game without having to see commercials about old men having sex or peeing.
Katie — All privates are now public. That’s the new rule.
Ew.
Well, not all of them. Having faith? Openly stating the tenets of your faith, or having them impact your life in a publicly-noticeable fashion? PRIVATE.
Every once in a while, I confess I long for some old-fashioned societal prudishness and repression. 😉 Just a little little bit.
They didn’t leave us guys out – there’s one with a cute blond telling you to schedule your man for a prostate exam. Yikes. Nothing says love like a visit to Dr. Jellyfinger this holiday season.
Brian — Seriously? There’s one for that, too? Wow. Now MB and I can have matching stocking stuffers.
Although, hm, “stocking stuffers” is kind of unfortunate here.
“the gift that will light up her menorah”? Yeah, ’cause it’s obviously not YOU, anymore, hubs.
Could you imagine the conversation between the poor guy who actually takes this advice and the gyno’s receptionist?
Awkward. . .
I guess in light of this, those donations “in your honor” to Heifer Project and Kiva Micro-loans are gonna look pretty good.
Wow. I’m with Sal…this, uhm, “gift” makes all those other gifts look good. Bring on the toasters, the lottery tickets and the zoo animals fashioned from wash cloths, because we have hit a new low.
Clearly the writer of this PSA has never actually had a pap. Light up her menorah? WHAT?
I mentioned this PSA to a co-worker at the bookstore tonight. Her response: “What? It’s not, like, a ‘change the batteries in your smoke detector’ kind of association.”
I thought this was a gag video until I saw it last night on TV.
What are these people thinking….seriously.
Oh my gosh, I saw this tonight. More accurately, I heard it start while I was in the kitchen mixing fudge, and I had to run around the corner to the TV. Unbelievable!