Bunissima

Yes, I am totally sick of it. But before I tell you what I am sick of, I will tell you why and how it has gotten to this.

First, I went to the pool. And then - maybe I got too much water in my ears- I got sick. And kept going. With the sickness but also at the pool (just the weekends though). And, the reward was great. I eventually figured out what I was doing wrong by watching the little kids swimming and I did the same things. I even learned more swimming styles like this. Water is now my friend.

Apart from the swimming accomplishment, my sister’s mouse broke. Well, I should say first drowned and then smacked itself dead on the floor. The secondary option to the scandaluos mouse lack and overwhelming mass sneezing was, undoubtfully, the TV.
I learned all the telenovelas names, the epic of each, and even the schedule. I also got my Spanish and Portuguese improved. I even learned the If conditionnal in Portuguese.

And I am now up to date with all the ads. The usual crap. Coke thinks they can make drool because you hear a guy on the phone swallowing his coke. Germanos is still taking walks and the guy that says “Because you deserve it”, while he touches his face to underline the importance of buying a men’s face cream, looks like he’s still got a lot of work to do with his persuading skills. Including himself.

Above all, I have seen lots of detergent advertising. I mean, lots. Now they have skin balm in the dish detergent, they have intelligent detergent that protects your wash machine from the chalk deposits. And there’s always Calgon…
But I am so angry. I am so totally angry. Can’t they just for once make a man advertise for detergents? Are women meant to wash until the Apocalypse? I mean yeah… I know, men don’t wash, they never have enough time, especially when someone else can do it for them. The part of the brain that is interested in detergents does not exist for men.
But can’t you, even once, for appearances, make a man advertise for detergents? Take the sexiest man, make him walk on the street, chicks turn their heads because he smells so good and his clothes are so clean and bright, there’s a happy air around, fresh and summery. And then him, at home, with a chick (not two, ’cause I tell you, women will feel cheated, but that can be given a chance). “My secret? The so and so detergent!” No more carrying the detergent everywhere you go so you can recomend it when one is in pain, no more intelligent stain detecting hype. Easy huh?

Did I tell you about that chink? I was at the pool and without wanting I heard part of a conversation of some mid-age, high class women. One of them said that she spends like 50 bucks on detergents. Each month. She was pretty proud of it too.