Oneida: for when you're kind of worried he might hit you.
Perfect summary *lol*

Christ, women in the 60's must have been quivering wrecks, what with having to act like servile children to avert the wrath of Daddy Husband in between worrying that their lady parts don't smell minty fresh enough for the master. I'd have been in prison for applying corrective cast iron skillets to Neanderthal heads myself.
Yeah, but stuff like "Oneida: for when you're kind of worried he might hit you" is kind of a terrible thing to say.
You're right; I'll leave the abuse references to the ads themselves in the future.