Thai Shampoo Commericals

by Somlee99

Saw this from online article today. Couldn't have explained it better myself...


Women's Shampoo Commercials


Have you ever seen a cat seated in front of a TV set watching one of those cable shows that features fish in a tank or birds chirping and hopping about in a cage? The concentration on the cat's face would put to shame Einstein's visage when he was polishing up the Theory of Relativity. The cat is transfixed–riveted–its eyes unmoving laser beams of interest; it's body a stone of immovability whose only job is to support the eyes and the brain so that the images of the fish and the birds can be delivered to the cat's consciousness. That's me when the Thai commercials for women's shampoo come on. There is narrative in Thai which I don't understand and there is music of the soaring and inspirational variety that barely registers and then there is the hair. Hanging from the back of a fabulously feminine, gloriously beautiful, smashingly sexy young fertile innocent Thai woman is long deep dense black shining hair the likes of which I never saw until I came to Thailand and turned on the TV set in my hotel room. The girl smiles, the music soars, the excited narrator narrates and then it starts. She starts moving the hair around. The most beautiful shiny black hair in the world. If my ass was on fire I would not be able to leave the TV until the commercial ended. If I was senile and had lost control of my bladder I would not be able to leave the TV until the commercial had ended. I am like the cat in front of the cable show that is featuring birds or fish. Captured. Out of myself. Frozen in Time. Happy. I only get to Thailand every six months and in the meantime I always forget about these women's shampoo commercials. Then it's back to the Kingdom; and the beginning from check-in at the hotel until noon the next morning is full of the delightful repeat minutia that tells me I am back home. There is the long soak of the jet lagged body in the tub playing with the ‘foam' (Nana hotel bubble bath), and then the next morning I make the rounds of the gift shop and the camera store and Asia books and the tailor and the lady who sells brazed chicken breasts and the pharmacy. But it is usually that night when the final capstone of my ‘return to Thailand' is in place when one of these women's shampoo commercials comes on. I sit or lie or stand and stare transfixed at the TV and watch the incredibly beautiful and shiny long black hair move around as the young girl smiles. Now I am home. Now I am back in Thailand.