The Irony of Drug Commercials
Someone close to me recently told me my blogs are too long. That’s fine. They were probably right. And in the wake of such a traumatic critique, I have determined to write blogs that even people with those attention disorders can read (sometimes).
I have often wondered why drugs get advertised on television. They want me to ask my doctor if they are right for me. But if I have to recommend a drug to my doctor, I don’t think I want to take it. How does that conversation go down? “Here I wrote you a prescription”. “Oh no, I was really hoping to go with Advair – I love their commercials.”
Like that’s the only thing that would discourage people. I could take a drug for my anxiety that can lead to kidney malfunction, urinary tract disorders, or lung problems. And in rare cases, I could die. Really? I thought the drug was supposed to ease up my anxiety? It would seem to me that it would either increase my worries or make me distinctly unaware of the impending death I am facing by taking it. I saw one for “Cymbalta” the other day and in the entire 12 minute commercial, they didn’t say one single good thing about it. Not a great marketing campaign for an anti-depressant. But there was a guy riding a bike and another guy fishing with his son, so that was good.