Another ironic anti-meth commercial: Cleaner Girl, circa 1999. The ad’s subtlety can make it seem like self-parody; it’s sometimes called the Meth Song.
It’s referred to in Nicole Strasbury’s book The Husband’s Dilemma:
[T]he woman on her hands and knees, scrubbing, scrubbing, her eyes crazy, her pupils pinned, her hair wild: I don’t eat, and I don’t sleep, but I’ve got the cleanest house on the street, Meth! — goes the voiceover. Which, when she saw it, actually made his wife say, where do I get me some?
Personally, I like it—I’ll take subtle irony over force-fed starkness any day.
Previously: Boyfriend, anti-Meth PSA.
Hey, I just wanna say I lurk on metafilter from time to time (don’t have an account) and you have some of the most well thought out and delightful commentary there. Keep it up.
Thanks, D! I appreciate it, especially given that neither lucidity nor flair really count among my traits (few positive qualities do!)