Last month we shared with you what I’m sure we can all agree is the ideal psychiatric environment: Strobe lights, thumping bass, Lil’ Jon imploring you to “get outta your mind,” a cheering crowd and a frank and open discussion on accepting who you are through the medium of dance all added up to a fantastic two-minute clip that’s no longer available because Fox doesn’t want people to get excited about the incorrectly punctuated So You Think You Can Dance. You can, however, find a very low-resolution copy here.
Today, we present you the other side of that coin, the side that’s all scratched up and ugly like Two Face’s coin in The Dark Knight:
I’m pretty sure no one would see a therapist if the sessions went like this. In fact, I’m pretty sure a few therapists like this would kill the industry.
Aside from the obvious, there’s a lot wrong with this GEICO commercial. A quick rundown:
- No one goes to the trouble of finding a therapist, scheduling a visit, clearing it with the insurance company, working up the courage to admit they need help and actually going to the appointment to talk about the color yellow.
- I’ve been in a few psychiatrists’ offices, and I have yet to see a couch/recliner like that.
- It’s a little dark in there, no?
- What, exactly, is a “jackwagon,” and why is it a bad thing?
Of course, absolutely none of these issues stop the commercial from being hilarious. R. Lee Ermey is a national treasure. I laugh every time he tosses the tissues away in disgust.
But I’m curious what you think. Is this commercial harmless fun, or does it contribute to the stigmatization of mental illness?