Today we're going to play a little game of Guess The Occupation. This woman works in town and I see her everywhere, magazines, billboards, T.V., and probably bus benches too. I don't know why this ad bugs me so much. It must be because cute little blondie with the Lara Spencer pose does not look like her occupation.
I want a plumber to look like a plumber, butt crack and all. I want a cop to look like a cop, except when he's right behind me. I want a teacher to look like a teacher. I want my mechanic to look like a mechanic, not like some guy out of GQ. I want my courier husband to look like a courier, 'cause I know he didn't step out of GQ. I want a waitress to look like a waitress. People are more believable when they look like their occupation.
This woman does not look like a Dentist; yes she is a dentist and I'm not sure I could trust her as my dentist. She is too pretty and pink to be a dentist. She needs a white coat or at least some kind of smock with tools in her hand. Then I might trust her with my mouth.
I've been to her office; not as a patient though. Oh no, I go to a 'clinic', where the waiting room is full of Spanish and Russian dialects. Where standing room only is common and different smells cause you to want to wait outside.
The elderly woman I work for is a patient of Pretty Pink Lady. Their office waiting room would put a fancy hotel lobby to shame. Plush couches, stone floors and a beautiful view. Her office is located on the South Hill, which by our entire city's standard is "where the rich snobby people live". So who's going to pay for Pretty Pink Lady's office? Well, you are my friend if you buy into her model-like ads and become a patient.
She's been voted top Dentist many times and I'm sure she is. But to me, she's not believable. I'm sorry but I live on the North Side where people look normal and believable. So put on a jacket Pretty Pink Lady, muss the hair a little to look like you're working, grab a drill and I might believe you're a dentist.