This is where we’re at?
Infidelity and the dredging up of a man’s words from beyond the grave are what we’re gilding marketing with now? We’re taking the aftermath of a repeated cycle of adultery that was played out on the world stage and slapping a Nike symbol on it?
I’m totally going to go and beat up some kids for their lunch money and then get a sweet, sweet deal from Reebok. The best part is, my father’s still alive, so we can get some product placement right there in the voice-over.
Nike, you have a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun. Part of me wonders if, deep inside you, there is a kind and good corporation, begging to be heard, or at least to get a Shasta.
I have never been as comfortable with calling shenanigans as I am right now.