Essentially, there is no need to offer our happy ladies any good wishes—their image is presented in television commercials. Happy and smiling, she is awakened by the aroma of Jacobs coffee “at the best moment of the morning,” takes a bath with Fa soap, and then goes to the hairdresser, a handsome young man who washes her hair with anti-dandruff shampoo. Along the way, she takes Tic-tac mint pastilles just in case the handsome hairdresser should want to kiss her.
On her way home, she buys a blouse in her favorite color, and even if she stops for coffee with a Mars bar and gets splashed with tomato sauce, she need not worry, having Coral powder. If she does not own a washing machine, Mrs. Danusia, with a disarming smile, will advise her to “wash with Perła.”
Mr. Knorr will prepare lunch for her, with rice and Bolognese sauce. Her dishes are washed by her friend “Sunlicht,” while Mr. Proper and the little elf “Cilit” clean the apartment—“A miracle for every speck of dirt.” All she has left to do is dance in the bathroom with Ajax, and when she sits down comfortably to read a Harlequin novel, she feels the action of the powder “that penetrates deep with force.” She is simply happy. It is therefore hardly surprising that the amiable Roch Kowalski says, “Why do I need a woman? A good powder is enough.” This is what I do not wish you, ladies, on the occasion of your holiday, because a man is still a man, and no powder can replace him.