From Jewcy:
Now, to be fair, this ad seems to be part of a theme. Go to Wodka Vodka’s website, scroll through the gallery just under the navigation bar and you’ll find–or at least I did just now when I looked–another image with similarly scintillating copy: Escort Quality, Hooker Pricing.
The “Hanukkah pricing” ad does not appear on the website as far as I can tell. Maybe they took it down? If they did, they had more sense than Miami MG, the marketing company who came up with the idea, which issued the following statement, quoted in the Jewcy piece:
The inspiration for Hanukkah’s inclusion was anything but anti-Semitic – in fact, we’re likening ourselves to the Jewish holiday.
Simply put Hanukkah represents a better value because you get 8 nights for the price of 1 – much like Wodka, more for less.
Well they’re billing themselves as “the Polish vodka” – so maybe a touch of unselfconscious antisemitism gives it the ring of cultural authenticity.
People actually wonder why I hate the holidays from Thanksgiving to New Year’s.
We are all on this mudball together. Religion is an insidious evil that truly destroys anything that it touchs. I hate the fact that I have to deal with religion to give things to children who have precisely nothing. I gift a house at an orphanage, basically whatever the poor kids actually want – not clothes nor practical crap. I gift the children at the burn ward for the charity hospital, basically whatever they want. I patch through the period when the hospital exceeds its budget for pain medications before the New Years. Religion claims that I do this out of the goodness of my soul. I don’t have a soul. I give because it is one of my whims. I have more than I need, so I give to the lowest of the low. I can burn through $5,000 during the holiday period. I gift friends, relatives and acquaintances cash of less than $500.
The ancient winter solstice was a time of rejoicing for almost all peoples, now it is simply a rhythmic excuse for blatting about religion. My personal gift is enough booze and drugs to get me through this insane time.
Rule of Funny > Rule of Taste. It’s Math.