The fact that this whole medium is just the highest quality sixes the army psyop unit can wrangle staring intently into your eyes as they smugly lypsync music is just hilarious to me.

This is as good as the boomers can come up with.

“okay, let’s find like, the cutest walleyed chick in the pile and have here just like, stare into the barrel of the camera and sing about how she’s lonely and depressed and she wants YOU to join the army and keep her company

(also, no thirst. The girl ain’t ugly, but this is what your grandfather would have thought of as the girl down the lane, nothing to put on a bedroom swimsuit poster in 1981. 6, adjustable. Look past the youth and makeup)