Stupid Pandora. I’m mostly unimpressed with their jewelry, and I find their stores at once uninteresting and insufferably smug. A very funny blog I read, imissyouwhenyoublink, wrote a brilliant post about the jewelry brand’s most recent Mother’s Day commercial.

“In a “small experiment of women’s uniqueness,” Pandora jewelry has launched a new ad showing that children presented with a lineup of white women in black leggings can identify the white women in black leggings who belong to them even WITHOUT SEEING THE WHITE WOMEN IN BLACK LEGGINGS.”  -Excerpt from “Are You My Mother?” by imissyouwhenyoublink

The commentary was hilarious, and absolutely called Pandora out on their bullshit. Believing myself to be above it all, both fore-warned and fore-armed, I watched the commercial. “Ha, ha!” thought I. “This will not give me feels. I am too smart for that! I see right through you, Pandora! Do your worst!”

Then the unthinkable happened. Feels. Smallish ones, but still. Feels, and a definite dampening about the eyes. I found myself wondering if my daughters (31 and 25) could find me if they were blindfolded with a lineup of women. They’d probably just choose the one who smelled most like vodka and guilty cake. Or maybe they’d listen for the one who was muttering jokes under her breath.

Never mind. This train of thought is depressing me. Damn. More feels. Stupid Mother’s Day. Stupid Pandora. Stupid me.