I spent the first seven years of my life wreathed in smoke. My father was a three-pack-a-day guy before he had his first heart attack, at which point he gave up cigarettes for good. Meanwhile, I grew up as part of the first generation that heard almost unequivocally from birth that smoking was terrible. Cigarette ads were removed from television when I was just 3 months old, and even during my dad’s smoking years, he warned against following in his footsteps. The only pro-smoking advocacy I experienced as a kid came from magazine ads and movies—both of which made smoking look alternately fashionable and rugged—and from my friends who smoked. I never picked up the habit myself, but if cigarette commercials had still been around when I was a teen, and marketers had wanted to appeal to me, all they’d have had to do was show a group of kids hanging out in the park, smoking and talking about whether Hüsker Dü had sold out. If they could’ve found a way to include a light whiff of tobacco carried on a spring breeze, that might’ve hooked me.
Last week, I received a DVD containing almost an hour and a half of old cigarette commercials, mostly from the ’60s and for a variety of brands: Raleigh, Marlboro, Viceroy, Camel, and more. (The disc is called Smokin’: Classic Cigarette Commercials, released by S’More Entertainment.) The advertisers back then had something different in mind than capturing the imaginations of surly teens. These spots come primarily from an age when smoking was the norm, and advertising was geared toward winning brand-loyalty. There’s only the faintest acknowledgement here of the medical reports and anti-smoking crusaders that were beginning to shake up the industry; any portents of doom come mainly via the persistent emphasis on the wholesomeness of cigarettes.
That trend’s in evidence in the Raleigh ads on Smokin’, which spend as much time talking up Raleigh’s green-stamp-like “coupon” program—where consumers traded in proof-of-purchase tags for merchandise—as they do hailing Raleigh’s amazing taste. Then there are Raleigh’s Bel-Air ads, which show clean-looking young folks frolicking by the sea, enjoying toxin-free smoke thanks to Bel-Air’s recessed filter. Other ads emphasize flavor or package design, while some bring in medical experts to reassure consumers about the product, and some forgo all outsized claims and just dazzle the viewer with special effects and glamour. (Fashion models! Dancing cigarettes! Beach bunnies hopping out of your TV to share their Newports!)
I find these ads fascinating in part due to the incongruity between familiar TV advertising techniques and the product being sold. These commercials are not all that different from the cola and household-cleaner spots I grew up with, except that the happy-looking spokesfolk here are brandishing cigarettes instead of 7-Up. They’re also striking to me because they represent two significant phenomena: the power of the media, and the speed with which conventional wisdom can change. There’s a sense of cultural reassurance to advertising; it normalizes a product or service, making it seem more legitimate. (Consider the Girls Gone Wild series, which became the mainstream standard for skeevy softcore strictly by virtue of being on TV all the time.) Without the backing of television, it was all the easier for the perception of smoking to shift from “part of everyday life” to “something that juvenile delinquents and nicotine addicts do.”
All of which has me wondering: What will be the cigarette commercials of tomorrow? The most obvious contender is the prescription pharmaceutical ads, if only because so many drugs in recent years have been approved by the FDA and then yanked from the market after the side effects proved too severe. On even shakier ground is the non-FDA-regulated dietary supplement market, represented by infomercials and long-form ads that make astounding claims, not too far removed from the proclamations of turn-of-the-century patent-medicine pitchmen.
Or perhaps we’ll all be mocking ads for consumer-friendly state-of-the-art technology, wondering why we ever wanted to update our Facebook status while driving, or use our TVs to Tweet.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been on a diet for the past two months, but I also wonder how history will judge the marketing for “healthy” food. I’ve spent a lot of time lately reading nutrition labels, struggling to balance the proper amount of calories, fat, sugar, fiber, and sodium, and I’ve been regularly amazed by what I find when I look more closely at “diet” fare or examine a restaurant’s “on the lighter side” options. To be fair, a lot of that food is semi-healthy, in that it’s lower in calories and/or fat, though the attendant ramping up of sweetness or saltiness (coupled with the addition of potentially harmful chemicals) usually negates a lot of the health benefits. And that’s not even taking into account what’s known as “the halo effect,” which causes eaters to consume more than they should because they perceive—thanks to packaging—that what they’re eating is good for them. So will we someday look back on ads touting “the fast-food diet” or “skinny” desserts with the same we-sure-were-dumb-back-then smirk that we get when watch an old Chesterfields commercial?
We can’t know that yet, of course. It’s easy to skewer the naïveté of old advertising because we so often mix the message up with the style, which can seem dated and unsophisticated. And though it’s not that hard to feel superior to modern commercials either, their omnipresence still has an impact. Even if we’re not swayed by the pitch, we generally accept what’s being sold as a valid entity in this world, presumably with a customer base that we could join without much fear of ostracism or scorn, if we so choose.
I DVR most of my TV shows and fast-forward through commercials, but I absorb a lot unintentionally. Some ads do reach me. (Even though I can’t eat the food anymore, I still rewind any fast-food commercial introducing a new menu item.) And some that are meant to reach me leave me vaguely irritated. (Seriously, what’s up with the rash of ironically attired hipster-types hawking Dairy Queen, Arby’s, and the like?) But all these commercials help define this time and this place, creating memories, associations, and values even among those of us who never spend a dime on the products.