Am I The Only One Troubled By The Growing Omnipotence Of State Farm Insurance People?
It starts innocently enough. A dude gets a free sandwich from seemingly nowhere. On a plate. He hasn't even asked for a plate but he gets one anyway. Then his pals abduct a housepants'ed neighbor. Well, the viewer might raise an eyebrow but she herself doesn’t seem that bothered by it, this Girl from 4E. She even gives a pleased smile to the gent next to her. I mean, the power to be summoned and transported between apartments of a building must be frightening, but perhaps it leaves you a little giddy too. A sort of teleportation brand of Stockholm Syndrome. Like whoa, I'm euphoric from all that instantaneous movement. Headrush! Which might explain why 4E seems to like the attention. Then a Hot Tub crashes into a Dinner Table. Summoned like the woman and the sandwich, it nonetheless crashes violently, whereas both sandwich and woman landed gently. Do these magic teleportation powers deteriorate over the course of the commercial? Apparently the State Farm people are trafficking in some kind of difficult to master dark magick which is let loose upon our realm by the singing of their “magic jingle.” Do the singers of the so-called "Magic Jingle" lose control over the effects of singing the jingle as the commercial progresses? Who exactly is granting these powers? The State Farm claims inspectors? The Universe? And what on earth are those guys saying at the start of the commercial, anyway?: "…Snatching stuff takes…" Are these guys a room full of scruffy thieves? Should we really be granting wishes to rogue elements?
At this point with the world being pretty much a war-and-death-filled taco, shouldn't we be using the powers of the Magical State Farm Jingle for a greater good? "Like a Good Neighbor, State Farm is There… With an End to the War in Afghanistan! And to Feed Everyone!"
Why if these powers exist are they being wasted—as they are in this commercial—on turning a hot guy into a sensitive guy into a hot guy with a "Dark Side."
By the way, that dude doesn't have a Dark Side. He's just a terrible person. And do ladies really call each other "dude"? Because I don't know. I use "dude" way too much. It needs to be banished from all vocabularies except those of cowboys and surfers.
What I've been able to glean from the commercials is that the powers of the State Farm "Magic Jingle" include: Teleportation, Reading Minds, Instant Creation of Any Object, Sudden Appearance of Somewhat Famous People. If a Superhero had these powers, they'd be Unstoppable. Superman would be turned instantly into a hot guy. Or Bob Barker would summon a new car on his head. These are worrisome powers that should not be granted to Insurance Companies to dole out willy nilly. Genies are Monsters! Not our friends! They grant our wishes to destroy us! And revel in the ironic payback our deepest desires inflict upon our lives.
But the most disturbing of all the "Magic Jingle" commercials may be the one where Buffaloes Attack! Are the guys in the car eating buffalo burgers and watching buffaloes at the same time? Well, of course buffaloes will react angrily to that! And attack your car! You're eating their mom! You callous jerks.
So the first singing of the jingle summons the State Farm guy. The second singing makes him all-powerful enough to transport everyone in the car hundreds of miles in a second. Later will they have to sing the jingle to retrieve their car? And turn their Buffalo burger into a live buffalo?
I really do want to believe that State Farm will be there when their customers need them. And not only to make somewhat attractive people supermodel attractive. But really help. Having your car messed up is rough. I've never owned a car, and don't have a driver's license—I just imagine it's terrible. I mean, the whole endeavor is terrible. But State Farm has decided to not just give great customer support: now they’re dabbling in the arcane arts. Dangerous business. With complicated consequences for all beings in our dimension. LeBron is not just playing the world’s tiniest violin for his friend, he might as well be playing it for all who are attached to the status quo of our reality.
Insurance commercials are 95% of the ads on TV. It is important that we buy insurance and never switch to another insurance company. I've always been uncomfortable with Omniscience and Omnipotence. It's kind of like trying to imagine Heaven and being like, it's Forever and Ever? That seems scarier than Death being forever and ever. Like how much golf can one play? Every Day, forever and ever? And will I always have to play with my grandfather, his grandfather, his grandfather, Elvis and Marie Antonette? What limits are there on the powers of the State Farm jingle? At some point will someone sing the jingle and say "With four-foot genitalia!" And there will be a big "Survey Says XXX" buzzer noise and the State Farm insurance lady will be like, "Sorry, we just can't do that." And then we will know the outer edges of this awesome power! Be careful out there, America! Don't get into accidents in your cars. And if you do, be careful what you wish for.
Jim Behrle tweets at @behrle for your possible amusement.






So after hipster-Ariel grew legs, she did a State-Farm commercial?
You are most certainly not the only one troubled by this ad campaign, for precisely the reasons you outline.
State Farm agents, alone of all the members of the cosmos, should not have access to these magical powers (and even if they did, jingle-singing of middling-to-dubious quality shouldn't serve to summon them).
And more troubling is that the wishes granted have absolutely nothing to do with resolving the situation for which intervention of the agent was initially required (if "granted" is even the right word–since in most of the commercials (excepting the buffalo one), the agent has no active part in fulfilling the summoning customers' requests, aside from their mere presence enabling the customers' extraneous desires to run hog-wild).
Would this be a good time to mention that I think Flo from the Progressive commercials is a total bitch?
Seconded: I prefer this to whatever fate awaits us in a Flocratic society, now matter how Progressive are her politics.
I was going to make a list of things I love about this post, but it got too long.
So I will just say that yes, women call each other "Dude!" as well. Or at least, multiple women I know do so.
Also, yay for not driving.
And "housepants'ed".
Okay I'm done.
And "dark magick" and, yes, the rest of this excellent post.
Also, "war-and-death-filled taco."
War-and-death-filled taco was on my initial list!
…. the fact I didn't notice "magick" probably says something about me as a person …..
War-and-death-filled taco reminds me of a Taco Bell in Des Moines.
See, this concerns me. This otherwise brilliant post is, in my eyes, subverted by profaning the taco with such negative imagery. Tacos are full of bunnies and sunshine*. NOT war and death.
As long as bunnies and sunshine are whatever fillings the guy in the lunch truck in Longmont puts in the taco. I guess it could be mystery meat and cheese. But, that's bunnies and sunshine to me.
I don't know, I'm kinda looking forward to playing golf in heaven with all my granddads and Elvis and Marie Antoinette…
The Awl meta-enabled the shit out of Wednesday and I like it.
Am I the only one troubled by the hotness of the three girls in the second commercial? Troubled in my pants, I mean. Because every time it's on TV, I feel troubled. In my pants. Ol' Trouble Pants.
I prefer 4E, but maybe that's just me.
I just think those bison are pissed for constantly being referenced as "buffaloes."
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
http://www.ohiseewhatyoudidthere.com/
Hold me.
ZEEOWWWWMG
You know that Barry Manilow wrote the Like a Good Neighbor State Farm jingle 40 years ago? He must have a shit-ton in royalties.
He must be horrified with the way these actors are butchering it.
I am in immediate need of "War & Death Filled Taco" souvenir items, preferably a t-shirt but a coffee cup would also be pleasing
These people are far too cool to waste their time buying insurance.
And if State Farm truly underwrites the Lord, next time it'll send Bob Barker in a closed casket.
What do you have against Bob Barker? There's an anti-Barker contingent? I didn't even know this was a thing.
Actually, Dbu, nothing at all, even w/ the occasional tale of how he used to be a mite hands-on with the help.
My reference, poorly-turned, was simply that Bob looks like they got him out of the wall at the mortuary to do that ad. I wince when I see it. But, hey, it's work, so good for him. Or his heirs.
I will take another Ipicac for my frequent attacks of glib.