My strange love of ads comes into full flower with the Super Bowl, which everyone knows is the event of the year in the US, advertising-wise. Piggybacking onto a major sporting event, advertisers pay goggling sums of money for a spot in the ad lineup, and they pull out all the stops in their ad development.
The Monday morning after the Super Bowl always features a slew of dissections of Super Bowl ads, and I bet you’re already imagining exactly what I’m going to write about here today. However, I have an unpleasant (or pleasant?) surprise for you: if you came here for an outraged rant on the most offensive, the most sexist, the most ridiculous, the most appalling of the Super Bowl ads, you came to the wrong place.