Archive for the ‘Language in advertising’ Category

Annals of mishearing: effing gee, the carpet store

September 16, 2024

A frequently experienced tv commercial in recent days, encountered at first only through the audio, which I heard to be for a local carpet company called, apparently, effing gee or effing G, involving the verb F or eff /ɛf/, an initialistic euphemism for fuck. Given my nature and my professional interest in taboo vocabulary, it would be fair to think of my perception as Freudian mishearing, of who knows what original. But, surely, a carpet company wouldn’t choose a name with fucking encoded in it, maybe playfully conveying that it was fucking good (though that would be a bold commercial move).

The next time I heard the ad, I understood the company name to be effigy, which is at least an English word (and not a swear), but baffling as a company name. Significantly, having heard the name originally as beginning with /ɛf/, that perception persisted.

Next time around, I shifted my perception to something more likely, in which /ɛf/ is in fact a letter name: FnG, that is F&G. This would be a common pattern in company names; a sampling of F&R companies:

F&R Auto Repair (Woodland CA), F&R Auto Sales (Hialeah FL), F&R Towing (San Jose CA), F&R Engineering (Roanoke VA), F&R American Fine Fragrance (Winston Salem NC)

Finally, I looked at the screen, and saw that the company’s name was indeed initialistic, but was S&R, not F&R. /f/ and /s/ are minimally distinct acoustically, so are often confused in perception. My initial perception was skewed towards /f/ because of my bias towards fucking — and so towards fucking and effing — and once established that perception persisted, despite repetitions of /s/.

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Put on some pants, ranger!

September 14, 2024

Today’s Wayno / Piraro Bizarro — Wayno’s title: “Forestry Union Negotiations” — plays with the homophones bear and bare in a fresh way, turning on the fact that Smokey the Bear (in those American public service ads for fire safety) is in fact a National Park Service ranger (who happens also to be a talking bear), and so would be required to dress in ranger garb:


(#1) The cartoon, in which Smokey appears on duty with his shovel for fighting fires, but regrettably bare: sans hat and (AmE) pants — also shirt and boots (regulation NPS wear is a gray shirt and green pants) (if you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Dan Piraro says there are 5 in this strip — see this Page)

Now: a little background on Smokey, followed by some other playing with bear and bare. (By the way, though these are homophones for many English speakers, including most Americans, there are English varieties in which they are distinct — but quite close phonetically, so the word play still works just fine.)

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Queerios

September 8, 2024

🎶 9/8 🎶, and it’s Antonin Dvořák’s birthday (in 1841); see my 1/27/24 posting “Spillville”, about Spillville IA and the Czech composer, with this note:

let me recommend the Wikipedia article on Dvořák, for its detailed telling of a remarkable life, of great talent, a lot of pluck, a fair amount of luck, generous humanity, and the benefit of champions, advocates on your behalf (in this case, primarily Johannes Brahms)

(with a reminder that tomorrow, 9/9, is Negation Day, on which we protest, in German: Nein! Nein!)

But now for something completely different, from the Gay & Fabulous site (brought to my Facebook page all the way from Oz by Ruth Lawrence this morning):

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Leyendecker Labor Day

September 2, 2024

From Tim Evanson on Facebook this morning:

It’s Labor Day in the United States.

Here is a Labor Day image by J.C. Leyendecker, the gay illustrator who was probably the greatest magazine cover artist of the early and mid 20th century. (Norman Rockwell blatantly copied him.)


(#1) [AZ:] JCL’s tribute to both masculinity and labor; labor is conventionally represented as a big muscular man in grimy work clothes, engaged in hard physical work, typically with a sledgehammer (as here) — as the cultural ideal of masculinity

“The American Weekly” was a Sunday insert carried in nearly all American newspapers at the time.

To come: more on JCL; and more on US Labor Day images.

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Annals of commercials music

August 30, 2024

It appeared a few weeks ago, and then was often repeated on tv stations I get. At first, I heard it out of the corner of my ear, got the brassy women’s voices  singing what was not quite “We Built This City”, but was instead, “We Quilt This City”. So a commercial for something. Quilted puffy jackets for the coming fall weather? Beautiful bedquilts, pieces of folk art? Well, something quilted as in this NOAD entry:

adj. quilted: (of a garment, bed covering, etc.) made of two layers of cloth filled with padding held in place by lines of stitching: a blue quilted jacket.

Then I listened a bit more closely and pieced out:

We quilt this city on a comfy roll. 

Whoa, Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. What kind of rolls are quilted? Oh… So the song goes on:

Say it doesn’t matter, say it’s all the same,
But we are here to change your toilet paper game.

Ah, quilted toilet paper. It’s 3-ply — so, though it doesn’t fit the NOAD definition of quilted, it’s analogous to quilted stuff as in the NOAD definition. It’s a natural metaphorical extension.

What we have here is a sales-pitch parody of Starship’s “We Built This City”, in fact a whole production number built around that parody. In a one-minute music video (first used on 7/29/24) that opens with the three Quilted Queens — three women of varied age and racioethnicity (most toilet paper is bought by women) — taking over a grocery store in “Keep It Quilted” puffer jackets; the store then turns into a neon-colored set, while the three sing their sales pitch. (As it happens, I find the Starship original really annoying — probably a minority taste, but there it is — so I find its being hijacked for a paean to toilet paper refreshing.) You can experience the whole thing on a YouTube video here.

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Labor Gay 2024

August 30, 2024

(There will be nekkid guys and man-on-man sex, treated in street language, so this posting is not suitable for kids or the sexually modest)

Today is penultimate August (the first Emperor of Rome is about to leave the building); also the Friday before U.S. Labor Day (a day that for many people counts as the first of a 4-day holiday weekend marking the end of summer and oh yes, recognizing the labor movement); the day after we celebrate the beheading of John the Baptist (by Herod at the request of Salome, the story goes), popularly known as Head on a Platter Day; the birthday of one old friend from the late 1950s, Ellen Sulkis James; the day before the birthday of another such friend, Benita Bendon Campbell; and the occasion for the TitanMen firm to offer its annual Labor Gay sale, an occasion on which Men at Work on insertive man-on-man sex hawk gay porn (this year, we get the two stars of Breed Me Daddy), and for the GayEmpire firm to advertise its own Labor Gay sale (with an ad featuring the two stars of Hooking Up With Finn Harding). Something for everyone in there.

This year I’m going for the gay porn, mostly because it’s entertaining — there’s a lot that’s ridiculous in gay porn, so even videos I don’t find carnally moving can still be sources of pleasure — but partly because I’m in a light-hearted holiday mood, and partly because I want to lodge some accuracy in advertising complaints.

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The cob-canine corn dog

August 25, 2024

Steven Levine on Facebook on 8/23, reporting in from an enormously crowded Minnesota State Fair, posted this cartoon t-shirt from the fair, with a note of distress:


(#1) SL: I find this t-shirt design to be disturbing. Shades of Charlie the Tuna.

(To which I added: Eat me!) I’ll get to Charlie the vorarephilic horse mackerel (and the Ameglian Major Cow, too) in a little while. But first, on fun-food corn dogs and cob-canine corn dogs.

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The NASCAR snail races

August 20, 2024

That is, the NASCARGOT races, as a Bizarro of 12/26/10 has it, reveling in the portmanteau of NASCAR and escargot (French ‘snail’) and showing us Dan Piraro’s goofy conception of snails in a NASCAR race:


(#1) The cartoon appeared as the middle panel of a Bizarro Sunday Punnies strip with three bits of word play in it, posted about (without further analysis) in my 12/26/10 posting “Punnies #11” (if you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Dan Piraro says there are 5 in this strip — see this Page)

Hat tip to Susan Fischer for dredging up this old cartoon on Facebook yesterday. Causing me to reflect on the fact that not all of my readers will be familiar with the American popcultural phenomenon that is NASCAR; there are people who wouldn’t be surprised to see that contestants in a race carry numbers, but would be baffled by all those ads on the snails’ shells. Indeed, DP has managed to transport the physical trappings of NASCAR vehicles to le monde des escargots. Motor sport meets malacology.

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What’s in YOUR holster?

August 13, 2024

By some odd accident, today has turned out to be Holster Day — it’s also, unrelatedly, the (96th) birthday of the late Bill Bright, eminent linguist and great friend — as the first panel in a Bizarro cartoon from my 8/11 posting “Toto, Tonto, let’s call the whole thing off” washed up against Lee Falk’s depiction of his comic-strip hero the Phantom, which came by me on Facebook. What they share is well-filled holsters (flaunting their phallic attractions).


(#1) The Bizarro panel. Phallos the skeleton gunslinger of the Old West, illustrating a variant of the Concealed Carry joke: Is that a banana in your holster, or are you just happy to see me?


(#2) Falk’s Phantom. The double-holstered hero, brandishing one of his two handguns

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Soft mice

July 15, 2024

Lightning posting: Downy fabric softener commercial on tv, heard out of the corner of my ear:

It brings mice into your laundry

I contemplated the other indoor plagues I  have suffered here in Palo Alto: houseflies, clothes moths, Argentine ants. No cockroaches. Only the occasional silverfish or centipede. Rats and squirrels yearning to get indoors, but without success. No mice.

And now a fabric softener could bring mice upon me.

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