Advertising Age Sends Ass to Adrants

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Ya know…leave it to Che Magazine to disrupt our morning publishing schedule. Here we are trying to bring you interesting and insightful news about advertising and, in particular, Advertising Week and what happens? A hot chic wearing a way too short (oh wait, there’s no such thing) skirt graces our screen. And, as if offering herself up to anyone who would have her, her phone number is hanging like a babysitter ad from her ass . As Jonah Hill exclaimed over and over in Superbad, “What the fuck?”

We suppose we have to blame Copyranter for calling this to our attention and, yes, the mighty Advertising Age itself whose Adages blogger Ken Wheaton sent it to Copyranter.

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