In the latest whirlwind of absurd controversy, our favorite clowns on the right seem to have discovered a new outrage: the mystical, never-before-seen phenomenon of discussing genetics in a commercial. Enter Sydney Sweeney, a talented actress who recently found herself at the heart of a hullabaloo over her role in an American Eagle ad. Apparently, the ad’s mention of genes was controversial due to its perceived approach towards eugenics beliefs. It’s as if the controversy wasn’t about the presence of a beautiful woman but rather the implications of linking genetics with certain traits.
It’s a peculiar thing, this outrage. Perhaps it’s a desperate attempt to prove their purported moral superiority, or maybe it genuinely touched on sensitive historical contexts. Regardless, the spectacle is an amusing reminder of the ideological spaghetti bowl that some of these critics navigate. Of course, the louder they grumble about such matters, the less credible they appear when genuine issues arise. It’s almost like getting upset over daylight savings because, believe it or not, the sun still rises and sets.
Look at advertising throughout the years, and what do you see? A galaxy of good-looking spokespeople pitching products from razors to soda pop. Essentially, it’s about as groundbreaking as saying water is wet. But here we are in 2025, where a jeans ad can spark debates that might make the Salem witch trials look like a civil discussion over afternoon tea.
Lest we forget, this is merely the newest chapter in a long book of controversies that go nowhere. Each uproar is like trying to get worked up over a venti coffee being a fancy word for “large”—sometimes it’s just marketing, plain and simple.
If some had their way, they’d probably make ads featuring nothing but blank screens, ensuring no one is offended by beauty, wit, or even the slightest hint of personality. But until that dystopian day comes, Sydney Sweeney and others will continue to adorn advertisements, much to the chagrin of some and the indifference of many others. Until then, it’s best to buckle up and enjoy the predictable, yet somehow still surprising, circus of modern outrage culture.
