Commercials rarely fire me up. Unless it’s for the McRib in which case ZOMG WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KEYS EVERYONE GET IN THE CAR.
But the commercials for the Toyota Highlander are not sitting well with me.
There’s a small boy, with a mop of curly hair, talking about how he doesn’t want his parents to have a lame car.
And, I think it’s incredibly rude.
I’ve determined that it’s because it’s triggering some deep rooted shame I was carrying from when I was a kid, and my parents drove a station wagon.
But, it wasn’t because they were lame, it’s because we were poor.
Everyone always made fun of that car.
To this day, I get loose bowels when I see wood paneling.
I’ll send you my therapy bill, Toyota.
UPDATE: Click here for one of the stellar commercials.