Sunday, July 23, 2006

Progress Since 1911

I recently inherited a new PC at work- one that runs on an 'operating system' known as 'electricity' . The old one used a system of springs, gears and wires and was 'booted-up' by turning a hand-crank for several tedious minutes each morning.
This is how automobiles were started back in my childhood years, but shouldn't something as futuristic as a computer have an internal, electronic 'ignition' mechanism? Like a button you could press or something?

Here is how a car was started back in my day, except instead of a smiling maiden doing the cranking, it would be me; standing barefoot in ankle-deep mud:



Look at the date: Sept. 1911. By 1911 , advertisers were already using sex to sell cars - a technique apparently discovered before the invention of the automobile battery and 'hot-wiring'.
There is nothing accidental in the erotic composition of this picture, but please don't make me explain it.
I'm already distracted enough.

Check out what Crank Babe is wearing- in 1911 America had some really bizarre standards of dress for women- a repressive puritanical desire to cover everything.
Not at all unlike current Islamic standards, really:


Hmm...a little ankle , but no sash to emphasize the waist and I like the white gloves on the American lass better...
I have a crush on the model from that ad. I wonder what she's doing today?
Here she is in another ad.
This 1911 advertisement starts off by insulting the reader- "Are You Lazy ?" it screams at them in the text.
If that ad were produced today , it wouldn't ask that question.

Today, we are all lazy and we all know it, so why should we waste what little energy we have asking rhetorical questions?

Today the text would promise to help you lose weight or overcome depression.
It would sell.


Again, there's nothing accidental about this pic.

2 comments:

em0 said...

I'd rather have that as an ideal than the skirts big-as-a-belt and the boobs hangin out.

Or actually.. It's pretty nice to wear small stuff now that global warming is approaching. Might as well get a nice tan if I'm gonna die. Don't have to think about skin cancer, I'm probably dead in thirty years anyway.

Allan said...

Gamma Ray Burst!