Mark Frauenfelder at 1:54 pm Wed, Sep 5, 2012
ADVERTISE AT BOING BOING!
Keep an eye out for crocodiles -- the islands of the South Pacific are teeming with them.
The Village People led me to believe that the Navy was the place to go for that kind of thing.
Historically, the armed services and the priesthood were the two professions that a homosexual could thrive in without having his marriage status questioned.
Priest’s marriage status? Maybe if he’s Orthodox.
I think my point is clear. Priests are not questioned about their marriage status simply because they are, well, Priests. And apropos of absolutely nothing, here’s Steve Ballmer going nuts. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8M6S8EKbnU
So let me get this straight: “crocodile” was 40s slang for penis?
Everything is slang for penis if you add the word “your” or “my” in front of it.
I beg your pardon?
My goodness, your innuendo is thick.
What’s pink and sounds like a bell? Dong!
I would like to join the army now please thank you.
I would like to join the army in that pool.
Do I really read Boing Boing for six years now?
Reminds me of this:
See, the mistake is to try to eliminate objectification when in reality it needs to be equal opportunity.
Holy cow. It’s like the volley ball scene in Top Gun times a thousand.
“You can be my wingman any time”…
I particularly like the nice touch in the right with the one guy playfully spitting water on another guy.
Brainspore knows what’s up. (Water? I don’t think so, either.)
Right! Camp it up!
Silly! [and a bit suspect, I think]
At the time, no one – and I mean no one – would have looked at this ad as anything but innocent fun. We’ve slid waaaay down a slippery slope and there is no going back. For better and for worse.
The woman in the lower right part of the ad sure seems to be enjoying the mental image of those slippery, sloping soldiers as she towels off her naked body.
Can’t help but hear songs in my head from ‘South Pacific’. The guys are singing ‘There Is Nothing Like a Dame’, and Mitzi there has just finished ‘washing that man right out of her hair’. (Yes, I know those were seabees in the movie.)
Cap’n Antinous! Come on in… the water’s fine!
I guess that they had to make Ken Clark wear the shirt so that everyone would know that he was Stew Pot, but I don’t get why they seem to have body-shaved him for the role.
OTOH, I may be in the running for this week’s BB prize for ‘Most Obvious Allusion’.
Was that a sexual or a racist euphemism?
Right. Because there were no gays back then.
Maybe no-one would have *admitted* that they looked on it as anything but innocent fun.
Now it’s coming round full circle: wild homoerotic water-parties in army drag really are innocent fun after all. Not my cup of tea really, but for those who enjoy that sort of thing, I say go enjoy yourselves, lads.
In William Manchester’s memoir “Goodby Darkness” he tells about a guy in the army (WWII) who was brazenly open about being homosexual. But the guy looked so much like everyone’s image of ‘macho man’ that nothing came of it. He eventually took up with a young soldier who actually looked obviously queer. Guess which one the army gave a dishonorable discharge to….
You really have no idea how dirty your grandparents minds were.
I’d be more worried about waterborne parasites.
Yeah, does Oceania have an analogue to the candiru?
The guy soaping up his fist is the official parasite inspector.
There’s the old Gray Eagle himself, Walt Whitman, peering from the undergrowth.
The gesture the soldier in the foreground is giving with his fist is also something that translates differently in modern culture. Not a welcome sight in most group bath situations.
I imagine some ad company thought this was a way to appeal to women to buy their towels or whatever.
All of those soldiers, except for one, will dress in mandrill costumes and “attack.” And maybe one of them will dress in drag and “try to run away.” It’s all purely innocent — they’re all members of a men’s magazine front cover reenactment club.
Whoa. Hold on. Look again at the picture. Right in the center of the image, you can see a shirtless man with a helmet on his head. WHAT IS THAT THING BEHIND HIM?
A Great Old One.
Here’s a real life version of that picture. They seem to have pretty average upper bodies but their lower bodies look like they have been hauling 80 lb packs back and forth across Borneo for 6 months.
We’ve now evolved to have giant upper bodies and tiny toothpick legs.
There are saltwater crocodiles in Guadalcanal & east of Japan. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guadalcanal#Fauna
Also check out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saltwater_crocodile#Distribution
Crocodiles are in Australia, New Guinea, and Bismarck Archipelago (which includes New Britain), as well as several other islands in the South Pacific.
The magnificent Darren Naish on South Pacific crocodiles:
What strangefriend said.
I note with surprise the absence of tan lines in this Man’s Army. Bathtime must have been a regular and leisurely event during this particular engagement.
You know, if it weren’t for the helmet, that would be totally homoerotic.
He could just pull a turtleneck up over the helmet.
How can you even tell if he’s circumcised from that angle?
This cracks me up…my parents used to sell original old advertising and we used to get like $20 for these. There were four…one for each of the services. We used to have several issues of several different magazines that we hunted for and the ones with these ads in em were on that list.
Damn!! Post them!!!!
“Hey guy. . . nice helmet!”
I believe this is the third time this image had been posted on BoingBoing!
Well, it’s run by nerds with ADD and a penchant for new screwdrivers and The Shiny (you know, Our Tribe), so they’re easily distracted…
And it’s just as awesome this time.
Don’t forget to get your card punched. The fifth one is free!
Don’t forget to get your card punched.
Is that what you kids are calling it these days?
I just wonder whether Sal Romano did the art for this one.
One thing is clear. The artist for these had no idea how to draw body hair.
Here’s all of them
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