Viagra: The New Flintstones Chewable

Is it just me, or are the models in Viagra ads getting younger all the time? At first, some time in the late '90s, the men they'd cast looked about the part: Salt and pepper hair, golf pants, blazing white dental crowns—y'know, all the marks of a post-midlife gent. And you're given the impression perhaps any one of them might've suffered (or still suffer) from atherosclerosis, hypertension, what have you—and thus their medical need.

But look now! Ain't nobody's gray anymore. Or even graying. Or even old. Some of them've had pubes about ten years max. What possible health problem could you have at that age? Hiding the embarrassing erection you always get in your Robocop pajamas? All those silly auto-chubs about Jessica Rabbit? Never, ever getting out of the water for fear Sarah sees how much you're liking the pool party?

Honest. Honest.

It's obvious: the people at Viagra are broadening their tent... so more can help pitch it.

For shame, y'all. For shame.