We interrupt this blog with a message from some woman on a moon who likes...beer?

Sorry, ad people. I hate to take away from the time when you read senseless blogs at work with - of all things - an ad question, but I’m just wondering: what the hell is going on with Miller High Life and the new TV spot…the woman on the moon? So now Miller High Life is targeting WOMEN? Bravo and all, I mean, we ladies like our brewskies (hang on while I crush a can on my forehead). But I loved – L-O-V-E-D – that manly man that made fun of henpecked husbands, men who drive mini-vans and kids who play soccer. Where'd that guy go?

What irks me is that they reeled me in with the music. MUSIC. No glistening beautiful people. No frogs. Music that could have been used in a Baby Einstein ad. They’re totally fucking with us, right? Mixing baby music with beer? My brain is about to pop out of my head. I don’t know what to do here. How to FEEL. Should I get pregnant and drink a beer? Or put on a wife-beater and spackle up a window? Or spackle a window, play soccer, birth a baby, watch Oprah and crack open a cold one? This may be too much for me. I can’t even focus on the spot because I’m so….verklempt while I watch it. What’s the world coming to when ads try to sell women beer? I feel all jittery. This is very confusing. What’s next, selling men tampons? Douches? Selling kids cigarettes? Holy shit…that’s been done. It all makes sense now. It’s an advertising apocalypse! Save yourselves, people... grab your mud-wrestling models and run!