Don't you want me, baby?

I'm pretty much a sucker for good marketing and funny commercials.  Commercials suck for the most part these days, but thanks to ingenious campaigns, I will forever profess my love for Nike shoes (because of the Kobe and LeBron puppets), will always watch an e*trade ad (shankopotamus) and will never again doubt a product made by Swiffer.

I laugh my butt off every commercial where the old mops and dusters find new ways to beg for their former owners to come back.  Good times.  My favorite is the mariachi band singing Baby Come Back.  And the duster banging its head on the keyboard- that's been me for the last two years of school!  But I've always snorted at idea of the Swiffer duster being effective.  

As someone who lives in a dust vortex, there is constantly a fine layer of dust on all furniture. The Swiffer floor sheets have rocked, so I really don't know why I didn't give the duster a fair chance.  Well, yesterday, I did.

It has revolutionized dusting for me.  It picked up dust all over the house and didn't leave dustbunnies behind.  I even sang Duran Duran the whole time.  

Do yourself a favor and buy a Swiffer duster.  Some people prefer to be all green and reuse rags and stuff and use some elbow grease.  Me?  I'm totally content trashing the earth periodically with my Swiffer duster filler things.  And I just say that because I'm officially declaring that I'm fed up with being "green".  BO-ring!  And so snooty!  But that's another topic for another time.

Don't you want me, oooooohhhh?