Although raised in Montana in a traditional home, my husband is not technically a conservative man. His guiding principle is "live and let live." So it is highly unusual to see him incensed by anything, no less a commercial for chicken tenders. But he was so irate that he has committed himself to never, ever buying the product they were selling and spent more than 45 minutes ranting about the decay of American civilization the following day.
The commercial was a thirty-second spot in which a group of teenagers ("punks," according to my husband) rushed into the home of one of the boys in the group. Within seconds they had taken over the kitchen opening every cabinet they could reach, offering unsolicited commentary--all negative--on the food they found there.
Rush to rescue"enter the servant mother with a tray full of freshly cooked (previously frozen) chicken (by-product) tenders.
"Yeah, mom," they barely uttered as they flung her offering down their throats.
"No one I ever grew up with, tough guy or not, would have ever had the gall, the unabashed audacity to walk into someone's home and, forget just rummaging through their pantry, but to criticize what they found?" He was clearly disgusted. "That's just the height of entitlement. That's insane."