This year, the commercials were all about the feels. All of the feelings. Dads with kids, kids by themselves, puppies. I mean come on. Killing me, smalls.
Fiat: Blue Pill. I'm glad I don't have kids that I need to explain this one to. If you were watching with a bunch of adults you probably smirked as I did. Although, for the record, I thought the priest was going to end up taking the pill.
#Like a Girl. I've seen this one before and it is oh so right. "Like a girl" can mean great things!
Bud Light Pac Man. If this existed in real life, I might actually drink Bud Light. A giant, life-size Pac Man? My inner nerd just jumped for joy. Even the boyfriend got excited about this commercial.
McDonald's. Enough with the feels. By this time, I was over it. So let me get this straight, McDonald's has money for this Super Bowl ad, but no money for decent bathrooms or money to fix the broken ice cream machine inevitably in every single McDonalds you go to? Where is the justice. Plus, it makes you fat and you will die. (Hello, SuperSize Me--scarred me for life.) Clearly, I'm not a fan of Mickie D's.
Nationwide: OMG THE WORST. Just no. When it first came on, I thought, "oh no, not another commercial with a kid in it." Then it got worse. It's a good message and all, like I don't want kids to die, but the Super Bowl was not the place or time to show this. Talk about a buzzkill. Especially when there were so many sobering commercials before it.