Dove Girl, I hardly knew ye.

In my daily perusal of my friends' Live Journals, I came across a haiku generator. It seemed like a fun waste of thirty seconds of my life, so I entered my username, clicked the button, and got the most depressing haiku it could've given me. To top it off, the syllables were all out of whack!

washington d.c twice
a day there's no story
there that's pretty much

So yesterday something finally happened that I had been dreading for a long time. They changed the advertisements on the four-sided column in Union Station, the one that I pass every day to get from the train to the Metro, and back again. For at least the past three months, those ad spaces had been inhabited by the Dove Girls. For the uninitiated, Dove launched an ad campaign revolving around what their skin care products could do for "real women", as opposed to those spooky, glowering scarecrow coke-heads that some call "supermodels". If you know anything about me, chances are that you are aware of my personal preference for softer, curvier women. Angular, sallow cheeks and jawbones and protruding rib cages aren't my thing; call me crazy. So yeah, these spokes-models were pretty cute, and not gargantuan by any means; just a little fleshier, a little more proportional than you would be used to seeing. There was a leggy blond that especially appealed to me. She had this adorable bob hairstyle, and very delicate-looking fair skin. She was photographed in a playful, hands-on-hips pose with an open-mouthed grin of delight and surprise. I made it a special point to walk by the column on the side facing her ad. I was apprehensive with the changing of each month, aware that some day she would be gone...and it finally happened. They replaced her with an ad for the latest derivative Nora Roberts dime-store romance novel. Talk about adding insult to injury; at least the black girl with the heart tattoo was replaced by carrots. But I'll carry on somehow; the important thing here is that I have my memories of the good times with the blond Dove girl, and no one can take that away from me.

Yes, I'm a lonely, lonely, strange little man. What of it?

Current Music: Fountains of Wayne - Hey Julie