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Oh, Jane Lynch. I love you so much.

Jane Lynch > iPhone 4

I thought the same thing about that commercial when I saw it, but when you think about it, it really is the most direct way to market that feature: show people using it to communicate with each other in meaningful ways. Of course they're exaggerating it a bit, only showing the most sentimental exchanges, but that's what commercials do.

And as obvious and pandering as it is, god damn it, it worked on me. I got a little misty when they were looking at the sonogram, but that might be because I have a 1 month old at home and my estrogen levels are higher than Snoop Dogg at Burning man right now.

That's not the Sam mendes ad, that's an internal Apple thingy.

Sorry.

http://www.engadget.com/2010/06/07/apples-iphone-4-promo-videos-and-sam-mendes-video-calling-ad/

@ Paul Southworth

The hormone thing does get better although parenthood does make you weak. When I had a newborn, I cried AT THE CONCEPT of Sarah McLachlan singing Rainbow Connection.

Dude. WHY DO THE DEAF PEOPLE HAVE IPHONES? Maybe only one of them is actually deaf. But that does not explain WHY THE DEAF ONE WOULD OWN AN IPHONE.

PaleoLithchick - Why not have an iphone? I used mine to text way more than call anyway. Which I assume is how deaf people use most cell phones.

Huh. I hadn't thought of texting (I almost never text). I was just thinking that it seemed silly to put down such a large chunk of change just so you could sign over video chat with whoever else also happens to have rushed out to purchase the newest iPhone and therefore also has video chat capabilities.

Well, clearly being married to Kate Winslet isn't all it's cracked up to be. And if you watch a Sam Mendes outing for any other reason than, 'I had to for work/school', you deserve the ennui-sized headache it gives you. I pushed a lot of that book out my head, but memory serves, April Wheeler is a royal...whatever. I didn't miss her when I finished that thing.

It's not minus points because of Louis Armstrong per se, it's the way that it's being used: 'Oh, you know what will make our memories of Martha's Vineyard even more sonogram? If we get that smiling black Samb...um, Satchmo to 'I just got into law school' for us! His music has been turned into an agreeable by-word for every overly cynical, focus-groupped, Starbucks-of-the-Month peaens to the pashmina-ed hollowness clicking at the centre of every ad campaign that misrecognizes rote laziness and self-enamoured repetition of tired tropes for honouring of tradition. 'He struggled, he knew what it was about, and yet he was so agreeable. Although if he wen through what I did to get that heather gray cashmere cardigan, maybe he would've been.' Just what I would want in my daughter's driver, not that I, um...Here's a cheque for the United Hoochie Bootie Club, please don't scuff my Ethan Allen! You start playing 'the jazz', you're catering to a demographic that has tastes refined enough to appreciate a canon--a national one at that--but you're tastes aren't so esotheric as to call attention to themselves for cloying validation or to alienate the proles. You're of accessibly superior tastes, so you're going to need products that reflect that taste, because what you do/make is real and it lasts. Jazz isn't ephemeral, it fought its way out of 'ze ghettoes' and has earned itself the prestige that it so richly deserves, and you deserve the same. I'm not slagging jazz music, I've been dumped by men of all musical proclivities (okay, I kind of laughed at that one. After lithium, laughter is the best medicine, after all.) But there's a reason as to why it's Louis and not Cecil Taylor or Ornette Coleman being featured.