My local ABC station showed a YouTube video at Christmas that featured a little girl named Riley talking about how toys were marketed to children. She was not happy that girls only had pink stuff to pick from. Truly, a child wise beyond her years as she seems to understand the idea of gender stereotyping as a 4 year old.
Liked the video so much that I looked at other videos her parents had posted and found what is probably the best discussion of food I have ever heard. I know it’s long but the first 2:05 are the best, at least for me. Her facial expressions, hand movements and her pronunciation of various foods is yummalicious. It also explains why she’s holding a Fred from Scooby Doo doll in the marketing video.
“That’s the only thing they have on the menu for me, the only thing.”
Gahhhhh, now they’ve made a remixed version of Riley on Marketing. I’m putting this song on my iPod.
So, to celebrate some good news regarding a cruise my family is taking in July, my DH Steve and I went to dinner at Outback. We’re fans of the restaurant and go a couple of times a month.
We sat down in our booth and Steve commented, “Wow, they changed the menus.” I opened mine to take a look (I sat down knowing that I was going to get the Alice Springs Chicken with a Jacket Potato, no sour cream). OMFG, they added the calories of each dish onto the menu. No f’ing way do I want to know how many calories are in the Bloomin’ Onion and how many people it’s supposed to serve, I just want to eat my fried vegetable in oblivious bliss.
To make matters worse, they even included caloric info on their drinks. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, don’t tell me that a Margarita has that many calories. And definitely don’t tell me that the top shelf has that many more. I just want to order my meal, and my occasional drink and enjoy myself. Don’t ruin it for me.
I guess the next time I go, and I’m not sure what I want, I’ll have to cover my eyes like I’m at a scary movie, just so I can see the menu items sans bad news.