So, just out of curiosity… has anyone else seen that TV commercial about the Book of Mormon that’s been playing the past few months? If not, here’s a quick (and faith-free) synopsis:
Girl #1 (blonde, very ‘girl next door’) is reading a book in a booth at a diner. We don’t get to see what she’s reading, exactly — ‘The Joy of Sex‘, maybe, or ‘Idolatry for Dummies‘; we’re probably supposed to think it’s something along those lines. Maybe it’s something written by that gay Teletubby; I really can’t speculate.
At any rate, Girl #2 (brunette, perky and hot — like, really hot; I’m talking hot like… like Hanson, when we all thought they were chicks. Remember that? That kind of hot) sits down in the booth and asks how the book is. Girl #1 makes a scrunchy sort of disappointed face, and says it’s not so good. She asks Girl #2 if she’s read anything good lately, and Girl #2 lights up, hands over her Book of Mormon, and starts with the Jerry Falwell routine.
(Or whoever the Mormon version of Jerry Falwell is; I really don’t keep up with such things. Hell, I don’t even know what a ‘tabernacle’ is — or why they apparently need young boys to sing about it. I never said this was going to be about religion, people. You want a spiritual guide, start drinking the peyote. I can’t help you there.)
Anyway, it’s an interesting commercial, I suppose, and maybe it’ll accomplish what they’re looking for and get more people into their little schismed-off club. I don’t know. What I do know, though, is that the only thing I think of when I watch is:
‘How much cooler would this commercial be if those two kissed at the end?‘
‘Cause that would be the hottest religion on the planet right there, buckaroos.
(Yeah, yeah — or the grossest, if you’re a straight girl. I know, I know — we did the ‘What’s so great about girls kissing?‘ thing in the comments a few posts ago. Just work with me on this one; I got nothing else to write about right now. I don’t bitch about your ‘recurring themes’, now, do I?)
Anyway, I’m thinking that would bring in a lot more converts, if the commercial went my way. That’s all I’m saying. Hell, throw in a keg or two of beer, and maybe a Snickers bar, and you’d have my attention. You might not drag me into a church, or talk me into any of that ‘tithing’ bullshit — but I’d watch your commercials. That’s for damned sure. And who wouldn’t want me going to their hell, eh? I think it works out well for everyone, frankly.Permalink | 5 Comments