Steamed brains, not buns

Last evening I carried my laptop up to bed with me so I could watch a streaming video. One of the ads on the video was for Caesar’s Atlantic City. The ad stressed their high thread count sheets with a little bit of sexy tossed in. And there was a disturbing edge to it, too. At the end of the ad, I clicked over to see what Caesar’s is pitching.

Welllllll. Is it a fair assumption to say that Caesar’s patronage must be mostly male? Their marketing department has clearly made the decision to market to males with the apparent belief that most of their brains truly are below their belts and women just don’t have any at all, not that they’re apparently necessary.

Their website is creepy. And insulting.

I thought maybe it was just me and the hour. I checked the website this morning and nope. Still creepy.

I hate to burst your creative bubble Caesar’s, but, with your disturbing attitude toward women, your casino is the last place on earth I’d park my buns—freshly steamed or otherwise. I wouldn’t want any significant other of mine there, either.

You can stuff your silky I-can’t-thread-count-that-high sheets, too.