Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Samsung Takes a Backhanded Shot at Mothers in their Mother’s Day #TextsFromMom Ad

By Elizabeth Nelson

Hopefully you haven’t forgotten your mother or the fact that today is Mother’s Day and is in over 80 countries including Canada, Germany, Australia, Denmark, Greece, India, Italy, New Zealand, and Switzerland. To mark the Hallmark occasion Samsung released a new ad, which if we take a closer look, actually pokes fun at mothers in a backhanded kind of way.  It also reminds us that Moms have a way with words – especially when we text them, and hopefully not when the phone auto corrects them for us.



 The #TextsFromMom ad, featuring the Galaxy S6 Edge, showing a series of lighthearted situations where Mom texts the wrong thing on a phone obviously far more advanced than she is. Some of the classic messages from Mom include texts WRITTEN IN ALL CAPITALS, hashtaging her son, "rewinding" texts, confusing a Selfie with a normal photo.

The comedic reply to the ALL CAPITALS message is of course when the child responded, “Why are you shouting?” To which Mom replies, “I’M NOT, CAN YOU HEAR ME???” The funniest one is her confusing the emoticons. "Wanna get ice cream" and using the crap emoticon instead of the ice cream. 

 The ad was meant to show us a lighter side of mom but really comes off as poking fun at mom, when today is the day that we should all be laughing with our moms, not laughing at them; especially when we all make mistakes on these not so smart phones.
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Why I Love Mother's Day

by Kim D.
My fingers hesitated before I clicked on the link. But, my curiosity got the best of me, and as I added to Salon's coffers, I read the article "Why I hate Mother's Day." As you might as well expect, this Mother's Day slam is a hit piece on what the author, a mom herself, sees as the artificial value of mothers as superior. It's basically a frivolous diatribe which boils down to a war on mothers. This is the narrative that the new feminist, even a mother, must promote to stay cool with her pro-abort and militant lesbian cohorts.

So, I sacrificed myself, wasted a few precious minutes of life, and saved you a click. You're welcome. Now, let me tell you why I love Mother's Day.

It's not for the special attention. This morning, my husband left early to play golf, and my son woke me with the mantra that "it's morning and I need pancakes and bacon." In case you are wondering, no - I am not an abused mother. My husband enjoys golf and is a happier person when he spends time playing. My son is only five and I'm not ready for him to be firing up the stove at breakfast time. We will be having a late Mother's Day brunch in a few hours where I'll receive "the love."

It's not for the gifts. My husband took my son shopping yesterday afternoon. And, I have a nice present and card to open later, accompanied by a beautiful bouquet of flowers. But, these can't match the gift I received on Thursday when my son's preschool class hosted "Muffins with Moms," sang us songs, and presented us with homemade cards and seedlings of Johnny Jump-ups and Lobelia. You see, it's doesn't boil down to the dollars spent. It's the little things and effort to make something special that gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling.

I never expected to be a "real" mother. I became a stepmother 10 years ago, and my stepdaughter, now 26, always made me feel special on Mother's Day, even though she has a strong relationship with her biological mother. Within a year of marrying my husband, I became pregnant with twins which I lost at 17 weeks. Yes, that was a difficult life experience for us both, but three more pregnancies would end with the same result until a miracle happened and our son was born in 2010.

I love Mother's Day for one basic reason. It's a reminder to me that I have made a difference in someone's life. The children in my life are healthy and happy, and, yes, I helped build that. I am proud to be a step-mother and mother, even though at this very minute the toilet has flushed and I hear that familiar "Mom, will you come help me wipe my butt." It's not always a glamorous job, but I'm thankful for it.
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Prank Calls for #MothersDay? Oh #NoHillNo

by Kim D.
Okay - so it's no prank that Hillary will call your mom if you pony up some dough and win the contest, but if your mom isn't a fan of the presumptive 2016 Democratic nominee, she may think a call from Clinton is a bad joke.
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