I want to hold a contest. I can’t, because there would be no way to judge it, but if I could, the contest would be this: I challenge you to watch this ad without crying. And if you could do it, you would win a prize.
It gets to a point where stuff like this just feels like a cheap, sentimental ploy to get your emotions all riled up, especially since it’s aimed at new mothers, a.k.a. women who are SUPERFREAKINGHORMONAL.
It’s mean. That’s what it is.