Monday, September 28, 2009

Tamil Poetry Regarding Marriage

Poor Italy!

One time I was an avid reader of women's month, I read them avidly and I stopped to look at the advertising pages with great interest, studying the details. Lately they have suddenly lost their charm me all look the same and advertisements seem designed by a group of mass-men, misogynist and tasteless. The product takes a back seat, so much so that if there were no descriptions or brand out you would be hard pressed to identify the subject of advertising. Where is the creativity? What kind of message they want to send readers to these illiterate communicators? How much longer will sell sex and beauty dreams of millions of teenagers? And who are these naive young women who buy the products without feeling manipulated?
I'd like to know what are the investments of large companies, to whom and what?, Who will be my money? purchase products that have used children as cheap labor or cream that rubs me in the face every morning is cruelty free?. But this only affects me.
According to the commercial logic to clean the house I always wear heels and be fair? What happens if I do? Will I be stoned or burnt by the god of advertising? I apologize with all the advertising world because when I'm home I want to have the right to stay in my pajamas, with her hair and socks of a different color from the other. I want to have the right to eat twice a Mac in the center of Milan without feeling a whale, to wear my beloved ballerinas without the other makes me feel inadequate because they do not stagger into a heel 15, I would keep my wrinkles that tell so much about me without having to inject botulinum toxin that does so much good for your skin but it makes me like any other.
But what worries me most are the younger generation, consisting of advertising garbage, trash and anything from cultural programs. What do you do when you grow, my son? " Tronista ... I want to do. " Poor Italy! This time I tell you.

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