Ingrid Doulton | Lifestyle Editor | Contact
Though she’s been on many a jog this year, Marcey D’Amato has never smiled or laughed while she’s on one.
Neither has she playfully giggled after being caught in a sudden downpour.
Save for the few times she and her pals have sheepishly laughed their way and stopped four busy lanes of traffic to get to their Uber, running and being outwardly happy is not something the 28-year-old does.
She said the last time she rode a bike was on a European holiday two years ago.
Being confident and carefree in public, she says, is something that seldom happens to her.
An odd list of things but to her, she sees other women on television take all these things in their stride.
Taking them in their stride while they’re doing something that makes most lawmakers wince with discomfort – menstruating.
“I don’t get these ads,” she told The Advocate this afternoon via wireless telephone.
“My life isn’t anything like those ads would suggest. A more accurate depiction would be me scrunching my face and swearing when if got caught in the rain because I’d just spent half a week’s pay on my fucking hair,”
“And the whole riding around on a bike in shorts pipe dream. It’d be more real if they showed me buying a premade lasagne at Coles and demoslishing it all in one sitting while I think about why the last guy I hooked up with never texted me back,”
“But I guess all that wouldn’t sell anything, would it?”
The Advocate reached out to a number of faceless, soulless and downright unoriginal local advertising companies for comment on the terrible, unrealistic ads they make for tampon companies – but have yet to receive a response.
More to come.
