@MargotDawk: It's tough when you're a marketer hired to cover your company's ass online. How to choose a screen name that's just odd enough to be believable so you can pretend to be regular folk randomly spreading love?
I actually wrote to them over this one. I have never written in about a product before (other than the time I contacted Cape Cod potato chips to find out what happened to their sour cream and chive variety), but I was mad enough to do so this evening. Bite me Klondike, because I will never bite into another of your products again. The fact that you use low quality chocolate helps. PEACE!
Klondike is owned by the mega-corp Uniliver. Please contact them here: [www.unileverusa.com] and tell you how you feel about this. There is another contact # exclusively for press. I hope somebody at Jezebel will call and take them to task.
Klondike: WTF was that? What does it have to do with delicious ice cream?
I'm going to stick to choc chip cookie ice-cream-sandwiches and ChocoTacos, y'all Klondike-tards.
Pudding Fun Facts: I know some women that wrestle in pudding. Most of them are roller-derby girls, and pretty tough. Not to be trifled with (they wrestle only each-other, but afterward, go through the bar awarding messy pudding-hugs to unsuspecting males). Usually, they do it for fund-raising campaigns for mutual friends who have suffered some sort of misfortune (cancer, house fire, car accident, etc.). Finally, pudding smells REALLY bad when it has been fermenting in puddle in a bar parking lot for several hot days after a bout.
i feel like this was originally created for something else (like Rolling Rock or Axe) it wasn't used, and instead of scrapping it they shoehorned it into the Klondike site.
You know, as an advertising student we were always given assignments where we had to focus on the "strategy" or message of the company. For example our teacher would make us come up with an ad that focused on the freshness of a brand of orangeness. So if our ad talked about the low price of it or something he would yell "You're off strategy!"
With that in mind, I have to wonder what the hell the strategy of this campaign is.
@lola_in_the_dark: i used to be an advertising creative, and i can't even fathom the brief that was behind this one. as i mentioned above, i feel like it was created for something else, then dusted off and sold to Klondike when the original client rejected it.
@Crackers In Bed: Seriously, it is just so off! Sometimes that works (one of my favourite ads is for Mentos and it features a sheep riding a lawnmower. wtf?) but here it just does not work! Even if it wasn't for ice cream it is so terribly misogynistic! I would expect this for beer not ice cream.
Omg, just realized I wrote orangeness instead of orange juice!!
@Sandicomm: Actually, the really galling thing about this is that no one will play the game--too wordy, nonsensical, not funny, and who plays this stuff other than 12 year olds?--but SOMEONE thought that this would be funny and, despite the fact that this thing probably went through about ten different desks before it even got made, NO ONE thought to say, "Uh, maybe this is is a bad idea. On multiple levels." Disgusting.
Turns out Klondike is owned by Unilever, which is why they are following the same techniques in their advertising for Klondike bars and Axe "deodorant". Watch for the spiritual twin to this game, where we play as Crissy, who just wants to wash her hair with Dove, another Unilever product.
Ok, so clearly Klondike has decided that women never eat or buy their product, so they can afford to alienate the entire gender with their horrible, offensive marketing. Ad exec FAIL.
@greengrey: No, they don't! They eat whole pints of it while sobbing to Celine Dion after their boyfriends break up with them. And when they're on their periods! Bitches be lovin' ice cream.
This has given me a great idea of what marriage is all about.
Coming home from my high-powered magazine editor job, I find my husband mowing the lawn and the pool boy cleaning out the pool. Rather than help, I'll get into the hot tub that I paid for, only to find the pool boy is already there. Husband continues to bitch about yardwork, but it's time to drop pool boy back off at his frat house.
Good thing I've received a text from my girlfriends inviting me to a firefighters' striptease bachelorette party, only BRING A GAG GIFT AND ALSO A STUDMUFFIN OMG. Pool boy and I stop in a sex shop, where I try to make him as uncomfortable as possible. At the party, I win the striptease contest even though it was for firefighters, because I am just that awesome.
Husband texts me that he's just gotten out of the shower and is finally willing to do that one thing he's never wanted to do before. When I get home he's lounging in front of the fire in silk pajamas seductively eating a Klondike bar. Yum!
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You rule simply for getting through this fuckery and making me laugh when I should be crying.
I love you,
Lucy
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I'm going to stick to choc chip cookie ice-cream-sandwiches and ChocoTacos, y'all Klondike-tards.
Pudding Fun Facts: I know some women that wrestle in pudding. Most of them are roller-derby girls, and pretty tough. Not to be trifled with (they wrestle only each-other, but afterward, go through the bar awarding messy pudding-hugs to unsuspecting males). Usually, they do it for fund-raising campaigns for mutual friends who have suffered some sort of misfortune (cancer, house fire, car accident, etc.). Finally, pudding smells REALLY bad when it has been fermenting in puddle in a bar parking lot for several hot days after a bout.
Cook and chill...
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With that in mind, I have to wonder what the hell the strategy of this campaign is.
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Omg, just realized I wrote orangeness instead of orange juice!!
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I avoid unilever like it's the plague.
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You're joking. Most women HATE ice cream!
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Coming home from my high-powered magazine editor job, I find my husband mowing the lawn and the pool boy cleaning out the pool. Rather than help, I'll get into the hot tub that I paid for, only to find the pool boy is already there. Husband continues to bitch about yardwork, but it's time to drop pool boy back off at his frat house.
Good thing I've received a text from my girlfriends inviting me to a firefighters' striptease bachelorette party, only BRING A GAG GIFT AND ALSO A STUDMUFFIN OMG. Pool boy and I stop in a sex shop, where I try to make him as uncomfortable as possible. At the party, I win the striptease contest even though it was for firefighters, because I am just that awesome.
Husband texts me that he's just gotten out of the shower and is finally willing to do that one thing he's never wanted to do before. When I get home he's lounging in front of the fire in silk pajamas seductively eating a Klondike bar. Yum!
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