The other week I stepped into a store rather thirstily to grab a drink. I noticed once of the most idiotic energy drinks I’ve ever seen before.

It’s called Miss Svenson’s Classroom Detention.
Really?
OK, first, how do you arrive at a product name that obviously draws inspiration from the R18 section of any video rental store?
“From the people that brought you Teacher Tug-jobs and Library Late Nights…”
And what’s up with the picture? Are the erect nipples even necessary?
We’re all familiar with the marketing term, ‘sex sells’ but come on! How much more blatant can you be?
On the back of the can you can simply find a monologue from Miss Svenson herself (that you’re encouraged to say out loud in her supposed voice).

Again, the copy sounds like it would be more at home printed on the back of a DVD that lies at the bottom of the sock drawer.
Women’s organisations all over New Zealand are calling for this product to be discontinued, which is fair enough. It’s not like you have to be 18 to buy this. Any oversexed, prepubescent little ginger kid and his mate can shuffle in and buy this drink without question. And I guess that’s a little socially irresponsible.
But the thing I find gets me irritated the most is that there is absolutely no connection with the product’s packaging design and the product itself! Not even a blurb or a visual metaphor at least that links this considerably cleavaged cartoon with energy. It’s just the sexy route for the sake of tit.
The only thing that pops into mind is the sudden spur of motivation a man can achieve when he sprouts wood.
Probably good they didn’t do that.
To top it off, there’s nothing sexy or Swedish about the taste, either. It’s guarana, taurine and caffine, just like all the others.

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