Broken Rules of Marketing

I passed a hair and nail salon the other day that clearly never bothered to put its business' name through any sort of peer review process.

I imagine that the "SoHo Salaon" was trying to evoke and idea of the South Hampton neighborhood, but someone really should have told the guy making their requisite neon window sign.

He just kind of smooshed it together so it read, "SoHoSalon," which–my mind being what it is– picked up on as "So ho," as is "So Very, Very, Ho(ish)."

As in, "Hey! Look at that ravaged, raving twatter of a slut. I bet she got her cornrows did at So Ho."

I wouldn't name my dog grooming service "Dirty Bitches." Although, actually, I might. That's the kind of edgy, New York thinking that gets a man ahead on the East Coast.

But not if he's running a hair salon.

Disney Princess Leia Pt 1

Last week, the day after a part of my soul gave up hope with the news that Disney had purchased Star Wars and all of LucasFilm, I read the joke apparently everyone but me had bee thinking nonstop:

Leia is now a Disney Princess.

This actually beefs up their street cred quite considerably, in my estimate. Few princesses have such high personal body counts, and borderline incest usually gets edited out of the stories some time between Hand Christen Anderson and box office.

So, here's the second joke I came up with about this. (The first will be twice as difficult to draw, as I am unfamiliar with drawing chibi anatomy.)