Advertising reflects what actually happens with real people and is intended to reach a particular demographic. Why should advertisers adhere to some people's idea of what should or shouldn't be portrayed according the social structure they want to impose on the rest of society? The Nazis would be proud of such an effort.
Yes, men take care of babies and children, women jump-start cars (all you need to know is proper placement of the cables), women put together stuff (I did the glass-door stereo cabinet), people of different races marry each other, and (gasp!) "negroes" actually eat meals with their families and celebrate family occasions and holidays, and even buy life insurance! Oh the horror of it all! Next thing you know, gays will be cooking dinner and taking vacations.
I'll never forget an incident years ago when my housemate and I went to buy a plunger because we were having trouble with the toilet. The guy at the counter asked us if we knew how to use it. We stifled our unfriendly thoughts about the plunger and his anatomy until we got outside. She looked at me and I looked at her and we broke up laughing.
None of my wives could or would do that...or my mom and sister or my Grandma's....In fact women from then didn't want to touch anything but the steering wheel on a car...I was a gas station grease monkey at 16 and I still have to do it for the females in the family...ugh...
This happened in the '70s. I'm giving away my age. I was okay with fixing stuff. Roberta was (RIP, Dear Friend), a genius. When I was 18, my parents assigned me to accompany my USAF aunt, returning from duty in Vietnam, on the drive from New Jersey to her next assignment in Texas. Had my first grits in N.C., thought that they were lumpy potatoes. My aunt informed me that they were "grits" and to shut up and eat them! My father instructed me how to check the oil, coolant, tires, etc., and made me promise to perform these checks every morning. It all depends on what you're taught. My mother was a scaredy klutz. Her little sister had a sharpshooter's medal and patched up the combat wounded.
btw: this was all back in the day when every car had a Chilton's manual.
No women ever served in my close family even during WWII...
My Grandmother was part Cherokee so I've heard all the slurs from dickheads like the OP since I was a kid in the 1960's.....The Irish, Grandfather's side, had no problems with injuns since white folks hated them also...So these haters just hate for hate sake, it's not just about color....
The six children of my not-very-good-English speaking grand-parents from Eastern Europe served in WWII:
- Jack in North Africa. He drove a tank.
- Skip and Vic in the Navy. Skip came down with malaria in the Philippines. That handsome six-footer arrived home weighing somewhere in the 120s, so I heard. My mom did the quinine run to the pharmacy every day.
- Stephanie (my mom) worked at Grumman Aircraft, Bethpage, L.I.
- Helen was in the WAVES.
- Annie, a teenager, was the street captain for black-out activities. She later was career USAF.
Nana was in charge of goodies packages going out every week to her sons. Gamps supported the whole thing.
My Dad's family was pure Irish on both sides. Arriving in NYC in the 1840s, you know what happened with that. Dad was in the Army. On the rumor that he grew up with Germans and took high-school German, they assigned him to work with German prisoners.
What happened to the Cherokee and other tribes sucked. What happened to African-descended people both before and after slavery sucked.
People like the OP don't understand that we all live here, have every intention of living in freedom, and have no intention of allowing them to impose their version of the rules.
I once heard this in a comedy routine: "Son, one of us is goin' a roamin'. I ain't leavin'. You figure it out."