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ailbheI have been privileged to see an advertisement for a microwave cheeseburger product.
A man and a woman enter an apartment in the late evening. He offers hesitantly to take her coat. She, severely dressed in a black coat and clutching a black bag, with black hair pulled tightly back from her face by a Proper Hairdo, not just a ponytail, says, somewhat coldly, "Just coffee," or something very like it.
He goes to the kitchenette bit to make the coffee, and sticks a cheeseburger in the microwave. It starts to turn, he turns to look through the hatch or doorway at his guest on the sofa, and it's revolving too. I can't remember whether the cheeseburger or the sofa finishes revolving first, but anyway, it ends with him biting into a fast junk food snack hot from the microwave, and the sofa spinning round in the same microwave timeframe to reveal the severely clad woman now undone and undressed and wanton, reclining on one side on the sofa in sexy undies, all with no more effort on the man's part than he took to make a cheeseburger to satisfy his appetite for food.
I'm not quite capturing the immediate and complete comparison of the woman with a junk food product in terms of availability, entitlement, etc.
AGH.
A man and a woman enter an apartment in the late evening. He offers hesitantly to take her coat. She, severely dressed in a black coat and clutching a black bag, with black hair pulled tightly back from her face by a Proper Hairdo, not just a ponytail, says, somewhat coldly, "Just coffee," or something very like it.
He goes to the kitchenette bit to make the coffee, and sticks a cheeseburger in the microwave. It starts to turn, he turns to look through the hatch or doorway at his guest on the sofa, and it's revolving too. I can't remember whether the cheeseburger or the sofa finishes revolving first, but anyway, it ends with him biting into a fast junk food snack hot from the microwave, and the sofa spinning round in the same microwave timeframe to reveal the severely clad woman now undone and undressed and wanton, reclining on one side on the sofa in sexy undies, all with no more effort on the man's part than he took to make a cheeseburger to satisfy his appetite for food.
I'm not quite capturing the immediate and complete comparison of the woman with a junk food product in terms of availability, entitlement, etc.
AGH.