NOW I'm depressed

Am I the only one who wants to burst into tears whenever I see these Cymbalta commercials? Not only are we faced with the images of these poor people suffering from depression sitting around, unwashed, in their tatty, gray sweatpants (Where was I for this casting call? I think I missed my big break), drowning in their misery, but even worse we see their poor, neglected pets and children. I actually shouldn't say neglected, as the Weimaraner looks well cared for, as do the kids, but that shot of the children looking longingly at their mother, who stands staring blankly out the kitchen window, as they color at the dining room table is enough to make me want to slit my wrists and I'm not clinically depressed!

While I do credit this advertisement for its emphasis on the far-reaching effects of depression, I myself can no longer watch. It really kills my buzz during the Today Show. What ever happened to those adorable Paxil adds with the little bouncing ball/face? He would bounce-bounce slowly along, stopping to sigh, and then, miraculously, after he takes the medication he's practically ricocheting down the block. H and I actually named him Sad Blob. And fortunately, I wasn't forced to look at Sad Blob's bloblettes begging for him to draw with them - which would have been challenging with the lack of appendages and all.

Prescription medication commercials, in general, can be too much to take and their imagery perplexing. For example, why, in the name of God, do the Cialis people (erectile dysfunction) insist that men over fifty are really into taking side-by-side baths, meaning two tubs side-by-side, with their partners? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of the pill? That set up seems riddled with logistical problems. I can just see H and myself getting into an argument over who's going to get cold and jump into the other one's tub.

Of course, the mother of all prescription drug commercials that actually drove me, screaming, from the room was that one for the treatment of toenail fungus. You know the one. The yellowy-brown guy with horns and sharp fangs (pictured above) who actually lifts up a human toenail and crawls underneath. Aaaahhhhh!!!! I want to die just thinking about it. It took every fiber of my being not ot vomit all over my keybaord searching for that image, by the way.

So I guess in the grand scheme of things, the depresion commercials aren't really so bad. But, seriously, Cialis, maybe those men can't get it up because they've been sitting, alone, in a lukewarm bath for two hours. One tub, give it a try.