Wow! I don’t even know where to begin with this one. First, the poor housewife is apparently being ignored in the bedroom because her cootchie pop stinks. And it takes her doctor to make her realize this? And then he suggests a LYSOL DOUCHE?? I’m really hoping Lysol was something else back then, because I can’t imagine that “female parts” that smell like toilet cleaner are anymore attractive. (Not to mention, that doesn’t sound like a very mild solution to the problem) Then that second picture?? I bet he’s thinking, “Now if I could only talk her into a Pine Sol enema…”
Back in the day you didn’t have to worry about Alli, the Atkins diet, or Jenny Craig. Your weight loss problems could be solved with a SANITIZED TAPE WORM! (wonder if they used Lysol??)
Blow in her face and she’ll follow you anywhere?? (Is there a pearl necklace double entendre in there??) Was there really a time when having smoke blown in your face was sexy??
I’m guessing this one isn’t an early encouragement for exiting the closet. But you have to admire the underlying honesty. “Yeah, cigarettes will kill ya, but we’re all gonna die of something.”