Sex & Asphalt?

Sex sells. We all know that because it's used in everything from shampoo to butter. Remember those Fabio commercials for "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter"? What were they thinking? Seeing Fabio would make me want to stick pins in my eyes, not buy their butter. Ugh!

Yesterday we went to Las Vegas for a friend's baby blessing. They live in a beautiful part of the city. I never knew there was such a thing, but there are nice parts of Vegas that look like a normal city. (Okay, so I've only ever driven along the strip and I-15 in Vegas). Once we left their neighborhood and got closer to the freeway, all sorts of fun signs started to pop up advertising scantily clad women for night clubs and gentlemen's clubs. As if a real gentleman would go to such places. Hah! (I am so glad I am not a bishop in Las Vegas. I wonder if there is an even bigger problem with porn there.)

There was one sign along the freeway that blew me away. It was a the top half of a woman in a bikini wearing a hard hat. Another advertisement for a club? No, this sign was from a company that does paving and excavating. It threw my brain for a loop because I was confused. Was it a joke? Guess not. So does that mean if I call them to pave my driveway some slutty looking construction worker will come to my house. That will drive away my business! Or do they offer "extra" services? Perhaps they just realized that sex sells so why not use it? I just never thought of asphalt and sex together, but I guess maybe I am just too innocent.

All I know is that for me, sex doesn't sell. It makes me laugh at the lame attempt to get my business and makes me mad to see something sacred mocked. I know Herbal Essence doesn't feel that good or that every tub of "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" doesn't include my own private Fabio. If it did, I'd be running for the hills. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!