Subliminal Advertising and Russia

Remember Nigeria? Come to think of it, there's not much that I know about Russia other than its WW2 and Cold War history either. When asked about the typical russian man, I imagine a cross between an eskimo, the local drunkard and a tub of Boysen paint. The product would be somebody clothed for heavy winter with a vodka in hand and the color red all over. When asked to describe a russian woman, well, yeah - it's either a tennis player with a surname that's harder to pronounce than faith or a "russian girl" hooker.

For a country that's so damn large, I really don't know much about them. They're basically the creepy large house in your neighborhood that keeps on getting labeled as haunted because of the occassional weirdness that comes out of it. By occasional, I mean a lot more than frequent.

Case in point:

Frankly, I can't think of a better win-win way to market pencils. What kind of kid would not want a very large pencil with a pink eraser made with only the hardest of wood?

Nevermind why a kid who can't even afford to wear a shirt hold such a large pencil. Or why he has a shit-eating grin on his face. Or why he holds the pencil that way when he's obviously not erasing anything.

Or why there are splats in the background. Multi-colored, unhealthy looking splats.

You know what? I give up. I don't want to continue this article anymore. The picture says it all.

Some things are just not meant to be explained. Pretty much like why the shape of Vina Morales's boobs changes every month.

Some things we just take as a given.

I'm not sure about a lot of things in Russia. But there's one thing that I do know for sure:

I like vodka.