This Thursday, OSU-Tulsa’s Creative Marketing class — taught by Dr. Tracy Suter — will be holding a video premiere event at OSU-Tulsa’s auditorium. It’s free, open to the public, and guaranteed to be lots of fun!
For a glimpse into what Creative Marketing is all about, visit TAS-sel.org.
OSU-Tulsa Auditorium, Thursday, Feb 11, at 6:00
I don’t know about you ladies out there, but personally I have just about had it with commercials asking, “Do you ever get that not so fresh feeling?” I find it distasteful and embarrassing, and frankly, I am sick of advertising that is intended to make women feel like their vajays are diseases that must be treated. SICK OF IT.
But this evening, on the drive home from class, I heard an ad on the radio that filled me with delight and almost – almost – makes up for all of those douchy (pun intended) ladypart stank commercials.
While listening to my evening favorites, Derek and Romaine followed by Frank DeCaro on XM’s OutQ station (my latest obsession), methinks I heard a commercial for Fresh Balls. Oh yes, it is every bit as glorious as it sounds. Fresh Balls. Just let it sink in. I’ll give you a moment.
Okay, so, how amazing is it that men are finally the target market for a crotchal-region refresher? I laughed out loud, partly because I thought it was a joke, and partly because I was just tickled pink to hear the following actual words used in the ad: “Sweaty testicles, or Sweasticles,” “Funky sac,” “Bat wing,” and “Musty groinal area.” If you got through that without so much as even a giggle, then you just aren’t human.
It took the physical act of going home and Googling “fresh balls” for me to believe that yes, it’s really a thing. I’m so glad, too, because I was kind of afraid that a search term like that would populate some questionable if not wildly inappropriate material on my screen.
One small step toward pleasant-smelling balls, one giant step toward true gender equality.
I like to think that I’m a pretty technologically savvy person, in comparison with the general population. I didn’t major in MSIS or anything, but I can edit the HTML on this blog (to some extent).
Due to some changes within SemGroup (my employer), I’ve had to rearrange my entire schedule in order to take evening classes at Tulsa. Apparently there’s this thing called “core hours,” which doesn’t really leave a lot of room to travel to Stillwater to class two days a week. This has necessitated some creativity and flexibility on my part, with regard to which electives I am taking. I had even enrolled in one class at NSU, in the interest of finishing my double major this semester.
How the heck did I end up in IT Forensics and Auditing and Information Assurance? Simple. I wanted to take an MSIS class so I could play around with all of that cool software. I couldn’t decide which class I wanted to keep and which to drop, the add/drop period closed, and boom – Bob’s your uncle. There you go. [I think that’s actually a phrase… this British boy I used to date in high school said it a lot. Although, he also used to say “trivial” when he meant “really serious,” so…]
Anyway, the point is, I have absolutely no idea what is happening in these classes. As I read the textbooks and realize that I may or may not have landed myself up that infamous creek – you know the one – I’m starting to feel like I just don’t understand you kids and all your new-age hoopie-doos.
This is as good for me as it is terrible; it’s now my personal vendetta to learn and, dare I say, master a sound knowledge of these concepts. Let’s just hope I can do it before grades are posted in May.
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