One might think I spend ALL MY TIME watching television, but what I do is, well, okay, I have the news on in the early morning in the background, like now, so that if the world asploded overnight I might be vaguely aware of it. The rest of the day it is off, unless I decide to have a movie on in the background while I am working at the computer. (I don't bother with daytime television anymore. I just DON'T. Not even Ellen DeGeneres, whom I actually like, but since the switchover to digital the station carrying her doesn't come in so good, and even when I DO watch her chances are good I have NO IDEA who her guests are. Because if they don't make the headlines I have NO IDEA who people are anymore. Even when they DO make the headlines. Everyone else in the world has cable and/or watches reality shows, but I wouldn't know these jackasses if I fell over them. But I digress.)

Any other television--which is usually the Sunday night cartoons on Fox, and really that ONLY out of habit, since the Simpsons jumped the shark and they're now just kind of WEIRD, and Family Guy was never a favorite although they have the occasional good one-liner, and American Dad even less so, and the Cleveland Show--ugh, don't get me started. The very first episode had one singular good line when Stewie Griffin exclaimed, "HE'S getting his own show?" which is exactly how I felt, and the show is quickly living up to Cleveland's bland, moronic potential. But wait, what I was going to say is, any other television I tape, and then watch at my leisure, so I can zip through the commercials. But sometimes I am too busy on the computer, or too lazy, or I have my hands full eating something like a pig, and I happen to look up. And maybe one time in a thousand I am actually amused.

This one amused me, mostly because of the very last line. Turns out it was another Super Bowl commercial. I should really look them up on YouTube and watch them all one of these days. But anyway, this is the Old Spice one, and I must give kudos to the Old Spice people for finally getting away from their usually nostalgia-laced "my daddy used to smell of Old Spice" twaddle and embrace the world of vague humor:

So I was thinking about this commercial yesterday, since I was out buying underwear for the Favorite Husband. Mojo rather enjoys buying men's underwear, to be honest, because they always have pictures of the most awesomely cut male models wearing, um, well, nothing but underwear. However, Mojo's Favorite Husband will only wear one type--white briefs, if you must know, commonly referred to as "tighty whities"--and they are getting harder and harder to find. At least for me. So I end up at the department store just sort of standing and staring in front of this GIANT DISPLAY of nearly naked men, much longer than someone probably should.

And while Mojo should be the LAST PERSON TO TALK when it comes to being annoyingly persnickety in sticking to her old routines and not trying anything new, her Favorite Husband is no slouch in that area when it comes to undergarments. I could not find the briefs because they were hopelessly outnumbered by something called boxer briefs, which, near as I can tell, are briefs with legs. No-so briefs, if you will. If my Favorite Husband wanted those I'd be in and out of the store in two minutes. But does Mojo DARE come home with such devil-inspired contraptions? No! No matter how handsome the model on the cover, I must forego the boxer briefs and instead paw through everything, including opened packages that have been taped shut--doesn't that just make you think, "Eeeuuw"?--until I FINALLY find the tighty whities hidden among the generic t-shirts. Ahhh. And, needless to say, THESE don't have a nice picture of a handsome, cut model on the front. No, they just have a stupid crotch shot of some doofus they pulled off the street. It's probably the assistant camera man, ordered to strip to his underwear.

So, tighty-whitie makers. Is it TOO MUCH TO ASK to throw a nice male model on the cover of your merch? We homebody wives who buy underwear for our husbands would thank you. You don't even have to have them wearing your stupid briefs. You could just have them sitting there, um, like, drinking coffee, naked, with the underwear casually thrown on the back of the chair. One of those "Oh, hey, you caught me; I decided to have some coffee and sort of smile blandly into the distance before putting on my underwear" scenarios. Happens all the time. In my dreams, anyway.

Mojo