First of all, I assume the drug company that makes Chantix, Pfizer, has “more money than God” as my mother used to say. I write this because Pfizer has been taking out a full page ad in the Portland Press Herald every day for the last month. Or at least it seems that way, every morning when I open the paper — Lisa seems to be there staring back at me.
In addition, I can’t watch tv for more than 15 minutes on one of the main stations without seeing Lisa tell me how Chantix helped her to quit smoking. And yes-sir-re, she got rid of those cigs she found in her purse after quitting. “You’re not my crutch, I don’t need a crutch.”
Test markets results must have determined that Lisa sells Chantix here in Maine better than Herb (with his yellow teeth), Dan, Kathy, or any of the other nice folks featured on their website. And I mean that — the folks I’ve seen in the ads seem to be decent folks.
But I don’t smoke cigaretts and I’m sick of seeing all the commercials and that full page ad in the paper every day.
Enough already — you’ve saturated this market. Move on for a bit, would you Pfizer?
It’s getting so bad that I’d rather see another Cialis commercial (even if I don’t understand how Cialis helps a couple holding hands in their own separate bathtubs — on the beach no less — brings them closer.)
Lisa LOVED "schmoaking". She now LOVES drinking smokey hot coffee out of an oil tanker sized cup. Watch her not smoke for a period of time! Is she going to smoke? Oh my!
She makes me want to vomit, as do all of the "nice" folks in these commercials. I get the sick feeling Chantix is trying to recruit new smokers they can cure with this crap.
Posted by: Mike Meade | March 02, 2010 at 12:08 AM