Annoyance in Westgarth

I felt marginally frustrated as I drove through Westgarth today on the way to Nick's house. I usually enjoy the quaint little shops (especially that antique, aka 'junk', shop that is run by a delightfully eccentric old lady). I also love the dragonfly wings on the power poles and the fantastically macabre brass castings of bones that serve as bike racks. It's a special little place. Yet, as I was rolling down the hill, admiring the view of the city, I was accosted by this huge, ugly billboard that was advertising Watties' spaghetti. (I just learned how to spell 'spaghetti' today, in order to write this blog.) Anyway, the inital advertisment is on the radio and it begins with sexual innuendos such as 'take my top off', 'get me hot', 'do me at your place' and 'have me in bed', which all apparently relate to spaghetti. The punch line of this advertisement was printed on the billboard, screaming out at me, "THIS AIN'T YOUR MOMMA'S SPAGHETTI" As seen below.


Momma's? MOMMA'S??

Apparently sex plus American colloquial language is supposed to convince US to buy spaghetti. I tell you what, it's lucky they had a possessive apostrophe, or I'd have blown my top! Since when do we here in Australia know what a 'MOMMA' is??? It's so ridiculous that I am using multiple questions marks, which I always tell my students off for doing! In a completely unrelated incident, two separate people said to me, in the last week, that they were 'dating' someone. Yikes. Soon we'll be watching cheerleaders down at the mall.
Anyway, it was just a thought, but perhaps I'm being a bit over the top (or, pre menstrual, as I'm sure Nick would say today). Perhaps this blog would've been better had I had the guts to take a photo of those two grown ups I saw whooping and laughing on a minature merry-go-round at Northcote plaza yesterday, or if I'd managed to capture a picture of Birdo making love to his ladder. He is so weird. This is him. (G rated.)