Kinda like I, Robot, but waaaaay gayer.
Just this one single advertisement has set this kid up for a lifetime of ridicule. It reminds me of Gary Coleman. Coleman gets signed onto a show when he is just a young boy, is assigned the phrase “whatchu talkin’ ’bout Willis?”, and for the next, well, forever actually, that’s the only thing Coleman is known for. He could have gone on to cure AIDS and that wouldn’t have mattered one iota. “Gentlemen, I have been working tirelessly for 27 years, 18 hours a day, seven days a week. And I’m proud to announce that I, Gary Coleman, have cured AIDS.”
“Whatchu talkin’ ’bout Willis.” And all the doctors will piss themselves laughing, stand up and high five each other and then go to the bar, without Coleman, and get really drunk.
The kid in the advertisement above has already bought a first-class ticket on the Gary Coleman train of misfit typecasts. A train, BTW, that will be hopping the track soon, to make a horrific derailment to a town near you. My advise for the young lad? Become an abusive alcoholic. For the rest of his days he will be mocked incessantly and called “she-mail” to the point where he will hate to wake up in the morning. Start drinking, become abusive and scary. It’s better to be known as “that drunken abuser”, than “she-mail.”
Trust The Mayor: he’ll get use to being called “that drunken abuser”, but he will never get use to being called “she-mail.”
Experience taught The Mayor that terrible, terrible lesson.