The title really speaks for itself – vintage sexist ads that don’t fail to offend anyone!
I’ve compiled a list of my top favorites, and a second list will be soon to come. For now, sit back, grab a cup of coffee, and point and laugh at the way things used to be, and thank your lucky stars for how far we’ve (sort of) come!
I … I … I just … I don’t even know what to say. This is inappropriate on so many levels. ‘Buy our coffee or else your husband will beat you’ …? Which is totally, you know, appropriate, because you didn’t buy our damned coffee. It’s just a simple case of crime and punishment. Oh, woe be unto you!
What? I don’t even understand what this one is trying to get at. What does postage have to do with it being legal to kill a woman? Is she disobeying him? Overcharging him? Did she break the postage machine?
Ugh. Finally. I kept having to entice my male friends to come over to open my catsup bottles with the promise of a pair of my skinny jeans.
I couldn’t get past the first sentence of this one. “Women are soft and gentle, but they hit things.” Oh. Wait. I just saw something better. “She can jab the hood. Graze the door. Or bump the bumper. It may make you furious, but it won’t make you poor.” Dad, are you reading this? Can I have a car now?
“Shit, that irrational Mommy’s going through tobacco withdrawal again! Get her more before she whacks me again!”
Someone I used to date went to a school where the mascot was the Flying Dutchman. Maybe if he had smoked this tobacco we wouldn’t have broken up. Also, I love being led around by the nose. No really. I like being comparable to a dog or the especially-sexy and appealing sea bass!
Be soft. Be innocent. Be underage.
As if one advertisement encouraging spanking and hitting your wife wasn’t enough, now, we have two. The first two women look really interested in being spanked and orally attacked. Psh. Who needs consent? C’mon now.
This is a pretty common ad that people look to when they want to exemplify the sexism in the mid 1900s. Don’t bring a woman hiking. She will fall off of a cliff, and you will have to have the bother of holding on to a rope while you admire your sweater. And that is terrible.