A-mazing. Wow.
While I was at the pharmacy getting a prescription filled, my cousin wandered off to look at the display of pre-made Easter baskets. he came back and pointed out to the pharmacist and I that one of them had a (big)toy sword and axe in them. Cause that's what you want to give a kid at Easter. So they can play at being a Roman soldier, maybe?
Later when we went around the corner we found one with a toy chainsaw. Tools of the modern-day carpenter, perhaps?
All the girl ones were, of course, dolls and pretty things. In Spring colors, naturally.
This year, I found those candy bars at a local store that sells European candy. I got one for each of my brothers as part of their Christmas gifts (I get them side gifts of huge bags full of strange candies from other countries, even though they are now grown... it's tradition, I guess). Even though the Yorkie bars were unveiled after the strange Japanese gummi Stock Cars, they were specially noted. My youngest brother looked at the packaging, then turned it around. I said, "what are you doing?" To which he replied, "well, it says they're not for girls. So I'm checking out the ingredients to see why not?"
So odd, the whole campaign.
This is an example of the gulf between the British and American senses of humour. The point is, it's a joke. Nobody here would dream of taking it seriously and I'm sure a great many of them are bought by and for girls. When Yorkie bars were first introduced, the advertising campaign revolved around lorry drivers and led to a great many dirty jokes, all of which I forget now, sadly. The Literary Theory class should have looked at it in context, but I expect that's against the rules 
Ah, but there were some people who took it all very seriously, and tried to organise a boycott of Yorkie bars. (Their previous campaign featured a long-distance trucker, driving through the night, refuelling himself with a Yorkie bar.)
Personally, I want a 'holy SWAT team of the resurrection'.
I don't think you have to worry too much about the boy kitten until the day he buys himself a bomb-sniffing dog.
Manly candy, huh? My manly man seems to do just fine with his pastel-wrapped chocolate eggs.
It's so sad that men have been so browbeaten by the Women's Liberation movement that they are now too cowed to buy chocolate. Wimps. I like the little brother checking the ingredients to see why girls couldn't have it though. Not sugar and spice?
I'm sad that the holy SWAT team of the resurrection was not in our Easter service. Darn being a Lutheran. We don't have anything fun.
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See, if I had seen "not for girls" on a food product, I would have immediately thought of those pharmaceutical ads on television - the ones that warn women off of even TOUCHING the man-pills lest something horrible happen to their genes or their ovaries or something.
And I'd ask myself: why are they selling this stuff over the counter?
Given the way things go in this country, I suspect soon we'll see a chocolate bar labeled "Not for Fatties." Only, they'll be serious about it.
Capturing the male chocolate market niche? Wow, the world is so very surreal, especially capturing male chocolate eaters with mysogeny. Is that spelled correctly?
Very weird. Yorkies ... not for Reya, that's for sure.
It was my fault for drinking water while reading this. I should have known that even after the Yorkie bit there would be holy SWAT teams of the resurrection. Dang, almost makes me want to celebrate it!
There's something similar in Germany, I remember, I think it's called "Herren Schokolade", or "Men's Chocolate". It is, apparently, so dark, so bitter, so full of the manly cocoa, that only a man can eat it. I tried one, myself. Not very pleasant. Maybe they have a point.
I'm guessing the holy SWAT team has a stockpile of holy handgrenades....
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