Let's Dance With Our Bladder!

 


I'm out of town and when I'm out of town I can watch HGTV. So, I do. That also means I have to sit through commercials, which have nothing to do with home improvement. I'm really confused about the commercial for Jardiance. It's an "antidiabetic medication" for people with type two diabetes.

I don't understand why they are dancing as if in a high school musical. Is it supposed to be a fun, charming take on being a diabetic? I have never seen a group of mostly overweight people spontaneously get up and dance the most cringiest moves. 

Being a diabetic is not a dance off type disease. 

Another pharmaceutical commercial is where a bladder follows her mistress around town. 

How about the dinosaur who sits next to a guy with asthma?

Do people actually go to their doctors and say, "Hey, I want that stuff with the adorable bladder?

Maybe the marketers are focusing on the boomers who sat two inches away from a tv screen to watch Saturday morning cartoons when they were seven, who now smile with nostalgia as they pop another pill to keep them alive.

Frankly, I don't think any drugs should be advertised on the telly. Get your information from actual medical professionals. Don't even trust just your doctor to prescribe what you may need. 


I remember back in the day talking to a doctor about birth control and what would be best for me. He opened a drawer and grabbed a handful of birth control pill samples and gave them to me. 

I'm pretty sure this is frowned upon but didn't Penny from The Big Bang Theory make a living as a legal drug pusher? It's big, big business. 

It isn't fun. Stop treating sick people as cartoon character's comedic foil  The majority of those  diagnosed are people who are in their 40's and up. They are not children who should be patronized and treated as if they are idiots. 

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