Sorry but pajamas are not exciting
I’ve been hearing ads all over NPR lately for PajamaGram.” (Side note: I just realized I’ve been hearing ads on NPR. I thought public radio didn’t have ads. They don’t sound like sponsorship spots; not like the ones Mobil Oil or the MacArthur Foundation does. They sound like ads, just like the ones on commercial radio; perhaps, yes, on the Easy Listening station and not Morning Zoo, and delivered in a soothing NPR tone of voice, but they’re still ads. Huh. Color me perplexed.)
Anyway, I wondered, who wants a present like that? Pajamas delivered to my door? It frankly doesn’t sound all that desirable. One of the testimonials says something like, “I sent PajamaGrams to all my sisters and they were just thrilled!” Who gets thrilled over pajamas? Yes, they are useful and possibly cute and maybe even necessary if you need to wear something to bed, or during your pajama parties. But “thrilled”? They’re pajamas! Pajamas sent by mail-order. It’s not even a “gram”: nobody actually shows up and sings some kind of pajama-related song to you. They arrive in your mailbox, with the junk mail and IRS reminders.
I am sorry but if that’s what you find thrilling, you need to get out more.
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