... I cannot imagine in any universe a mother who would be so serene, so understanding, so diplomatic and undisciplinary with her children if she found them wearing her good shirt with mascara smeared all over it!!
I watched a bit of telly tonight - we are newly ex-Foxtellians (cable tv) and have rarely seen a tv commercial in nigh on six years, what with this day and age of intelligent recording and whatnot - and I caught a commercial for this stain remover. A very preened, very unrealistic exchange between a mother and her daughters, who were supposedly playing with her makeup and neatly smeared the most delicate smidgeon of mascara across "my good shirt!" Tra-la!
Look, I'm all for being zen and *shrug* ah, well, it's only a shirt, there is far worse in the world. But come ON! What sort of message is it sending when kids get to see this Oh So Perfect Mummy Who Didn't Get Even One Bit Mad (in fact, stayed smiling, maniacally, throughout the entire commercial) and compare her with their own mummy who'd no doubt come down on them like a tonne of bricks. Or at least give them a bit of a "This isn't very good, is it, Junior?" reprimand.
Seriously, Napisan. You are making life harder!
Tongue-only-slightly-in-cheek, signing orf.
