Dear Madam Editor,
I am writing this letter to express my displeasure with one of your advertisers, M. Perrineau. I can only assume this advertiser is a man, because he insists on peddling his product with salacious images of scantily clad women cavorting through the bayou with bald, paunchy, wrinkled creatures. This type of advertising, aside from being immoral, seems to give other bald, paunchy, wrinkled creatures—such as my husband—the wandering eye.
What M. Perrineau seems to have forgotten is that bacon—whether it comes from a pig, a lake cow, or a three-eyed goat—is most frequently purchased and cooked by the lady of the house. We are not persuaded, sir, to open our wallets by the sight of a trim female silhouette, and some of us are inclined to boycott on principle if our spouses continue to sigh whenever they pass by one of your ads.
In short, M. Perrineau, if you want our business, you’ll have to do better.
Mrs. Eugenie St. Martin, housewife