DetourI feel tormented by Dudely Brotastic But-Kinda-Ironic-About-It-Wink-Wink branding. Sick of your wax-free soaps, sick of your whiskeys, sick of your ball shavers. Begone from me.
Like cynically marketing to queers has its place in Hell, but I yearn to be Swishswish Yass Gurl Serve&Slay'd like a marooned desert traveller seeks an oasis at this point.
Remembering that Actual Play I've been listening to that was basically "Golden Girls in Twin Peaks a la Murder She Wrote", and they did a Manscaped trial ad there even, because there is no escape.
We're on an inexhorable collision course to 2009 era Epic Bacon memes coming back in a presentable, softened and post ironic-yet cloyingly benign way. The event horizon is behind us now there is no going back, there is no going back, the threshold has been crossed and its coming