Weekly WTF?

Advertising has always carried with it a special air of insanity. It’s as if copy writers have never met an actual human being, and try to imagine our concerns based solely on the product they’ve been hired to push. These vintage cigarette ads via Retronaut are all bizarre and puzzling, but my favorite is this one from 1938:

Because who cares if your baby gets phosphorus poisoning–if you smoke Virginia Slims, you’ll be such a slave to nicotine your only concern will be how you’re going to get your next fix! Skip the Marlboros; they don’t come near the level of heroin-like addiction.